#its been a long year and i am tired - i would like to sleep till new years plz and thank you

[ravennowithtea]

[oc tag]

[soxcietyy]

hii, can i req a older bf + soft dom yuuta please?

Biker Yuta

Age gap, soft dom, Yuta being fine af in general

It was almost every night, the exact time at 1:30 am where a loud bike would pass by your house. It was so loud that it would wake you up from the deep slumber you where in.

At first you didn't think much about it when you first moved into your new house but now its been months and you kept hearing that loud bike zoom by. At some point you grew tired of it and decided tonight was the night you would confront whoever this selfish individual was. There was tones of roads that person could go on and he decided your street was the one to travel on every night? Did this person not have a job?

Grabbing your coat you slip it on and walk out in your pajama’s that consisted on small shorts and a tanktop. Checking the time on your phone you noticed it was five minutes till one. Walking out the door you stand by the mailbox with your arms crossed. The passing cars probably thinking that you weren't fully right in the head. After a few minutes of standing there you could hear the loud bike from a distance.

How where you supposed to get this person attention? you had no clue but decided to find out once it was time. As the bike got louder you step into the middle of the road. When the vehicle came into view you had to shut your eyes from how bright there headlights. Using your hand to cover your eyes from the light you could feel two hands grab you and pulled you to the side. With a gasp you turn around to see them?!

What was the biker doing here? shouldn't he be the one...

before you could finish that though a car zoomed by extremely fast. Then it hit you, you could of almost died mistaking that car for the biker.

"what are you doing in the middle of the road like that? you could of gotten hurt." A male voice said from behind that helmet.

"I thought it was you!" you say grabbing you heart that almost popped out of your chest

"Me? either way you shouldnt be doing that. Arnt you supposed to be in bed at this time?" He asks as he sat you down on his bike.

"yea i actually am but a loud bike likes to go through my neighborhood, waking me and everyone else up! Do you know how much sleep iv lost because of you?" you say angrily.

grabbing his helmet with both hands he slowly takes it off and shakes his helmet hair before looking at you. "Im sorry I didn't know i was bothering people with my late night rides." he says. "Im usually coming out of work at that time and well this is the way I go to make it home.

"Well how about being more quiet? I would hate for us to have issues." You put your hand on your hip.

"Issues? Now I don’t think that’s necessary. How about I make it up to you?" He mocks you by putting his hand on his hip too.

"How will you make it up to me? Do you know how much beauty sleep iv lost because of you?" You quirk your brow.

"Well before I even give you an answer I need to know about you such as name and age."

"My name is y/n and I’m nineteen." You answer.

"Seven years apart mmh, well how about you let me relieve all that stress you got pent up? If you know what I mean. My name is Yuta by the way." He places his helmet under his arm.

27 and he looks young? He’s also not bad looking at all. It wouldn’t hurt to try something with someone more experienced than you. "Sure but I would hate for your back to give out in the middle of it." You hum

"Hey I’m not that old, let’s see who’s back gives out first huh?" He chuckled as he followed you back to your shared house.

Your roommate was luckily out of town for the week so you had the whole house to yourself. It didn’t take long until he was over you. Smothering you with kisses and the string cologne he wore that smelled rich of leather. His bangs touching your forehead as they dangled over you. He still held his helmet in his hand before he dropped it so he could get a better hold of you.

The kisses were fast but deep. It was almost as if he was so desperate to get a taste of you. As he continued to kiss you his gloved hands snaked under your shirt and fondled your breast. You couldn’t lie and say he didn’t look fine with his blacked out gear. If you knew he looked like this you would have confronted him long ago.

Pulling you closer to him he removed your bottoms and his right hand glove. "Want me to teach you how a real grown man should treat a lady?" He whispers in your ear before sliding his fingers in you.

He long fingers bend and move around inside of you. He made sure to touch every spot causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. Biting your bottom lip you shake your head unconsciously. You didn’t even noticed when he crouched down and began to eat you out. That was until your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

"Yuta" you moan

Hmm? He Hums causing you to jolt from the sudden vibration. Why was he so good at this? Could it be his years of experience? Whatever it was you wanted to thank everything that made it possible for him to be with you tonight. He was eating you out so sloppily that the noises echoed in the room. His tongue glided side to side on your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you. You gripped his hair as you got closer to your orgasm. His other hand grabbed your thigh so you wound the able to escape his grasp.

When you started orgasming you moaned his name once again. Tears rolling down your face from how good it was.

Turning you over on your stomach you could hear him unbuckling his belt. Tilting your head back you could see him adjusting himself to your entrance.

"Arnt you going to take your clothes off?" You ask him wondering why he was fully clothed.

"Wouldn’t want to distract you from the main event." He smacks his hard member on your behind.

He then leaned over you and grabbed your face directing you to look at your pile of stuffed animals in a corner.

"Arnt you too old for those things?" He says amused.

"You can never be too old for stuffed animals" you mumble.

Without saying another word he slammed right into you. Your eyes widen at the feeling of being filled up. You don’t think you’ve ever had something this big inside of you. Squeezing your eyes shut you feel how he slides in and out of you smoothly.

"There you go, you’re taking me so well. Thought you would have been crying for me to stop." He says as he quickens his pace. You grip onto your blankets as he slams in and out of you. Each thrust getting deeper and harder. You could hear him breathing heavily next to you ear. You could also heard how the necklaces and chain that he wore cling together with every move. His non gloved hand moved under you and began to pull on your nipple as he continued with his pace.

"You just so cute." He says as he kisses your head, your cheek and your shoulder. "I think I’m gonna start bothering you even more if it mean we get to do this everytime." He mumbles. "Not going to lie I was having second thought about this but I’m so glad I went along. You feel so fucking perfect around my cock." He wraps his arms around your body and slams you all the way into him until he reached places you never thought were possible.

Your jaw drops as he doesn’t let go. Your eyes rolling back at this new painful yet pleasurable feeling. "Yuu" you cry out trying to catch your breath but him hearing you say his name like that turned a switch on for him. He fucked you while you were still being lifted up. Your feet not being able to touch the ground as he used you like his personal cock sleeve. You squirm in his arms being overwhelmed by everything but he held a tight grip on you. At some point you stopped trying and gave in. Your toes curling as you orgasmed once again coating his member in white.

"Easy now, just bear with me for a minute I’m almost there." He groans.

After a few more slams he finally finished inside of you.

He placed you back down slowly and collapsed on top of you. Breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck, are you On birth control? Or do you need me to get you a plan B?"

[beautouslysandy]

Truly Yours-1

Mark Sloan x GN!Reader

By-Sandy <3

-You and Mark Sloan have been together really since high school, you guys were on and off for a while at least till you went to college then things smoothed out and you and him have been together for the long run ever since, or so you thought. -You have known Derek and Mark since junior high you were a close trio of best friends, y'all were inseparable. "You are un..unbelievable!" You screamed as hot tears ran down your face.

You and Mark were standing apart from each other, he had a look of guilt and regret. You had just learned that your husband slept with Addison Montgomery-Shepard, your best friend's wife, you felt betrayed, used, oblivious, and foolish.

"Babe...I am sorry, I am truly sorry." Mark said with a look of guilt plastered onto that ridiculously handsome face of his.

You scoffed and took deep breath trying to compose yourself but as expected you failed..."I am sorry?! You have taken my heart out my chest, hit it with a hammer and threw it out the window!" You sobbed and said "You have thrown my love away like its nothing..." You sniffled and took a deep breath

"Y/N Sloan, I love you more than anyone could ever imagine..." He said softly walking up towards you.

"No, you don't." You said coldly backing away from him.

He froze and put his hands behind his head, you looked around seeing all the moving boxes in your new and fresh home. Y'all just moved in a month ago but haven't had time to unpack fully. Now you had a real reason not to.

"I am moving out..." You stated with a sniffle "We are over." You also stated wiggling your beautiful ring off.

You heard Mark trying to hold back his tears and he failed "Y/N, please..."

"Till death do us part, huh?" You said crying and putting the ring of your dreams on the clean marble kitchen counter. " I will have someone come and get my stuff tomorrow." You said looking him in the eyes one last time, the dreamy blue eyes that drew you in when you met him. You know he is the one. Sorry, that in past tense.

----

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice say.

"Huh?" You said coming back from your daydream, you turn to see your best friend, Derek Shepard, y'all have been friends since junior high along with Mark Sloan but he wasn't in the equation at the moment.

"You, okay?" He asked with a face of worry.

Derek met someone a couple of weeks or months ago, he got over the whole spouse cheating thing quicker than you did. You can't blame him he met someone new, someone who was better with him, they made since together. Addison and Derek only knew each other for a handful of years while you and Mark have been on and off since sophomore year of high school. You and Mark had history together, and Mark just threw that away.

"Yeah..." You said with a sigh "Just tired, didn't get much sleep last night.

You and Derek needed to get out of New York, you both got offers at Seattle Grace Hospital. For you it was Head Attending of Ortho (lets pretend Caliee stays a resident, okay?) and for him it was Head Attending of Neruo .

"You have been saying that since we got here..." He said softly looking through a chart of one his patients.

" Yeah Yeah.." You said looking off into a far wondering what your life would be like if Mark didn't tell you the truth, it would have come out one way or another, right?

"Y/N, you need to get over him." Derek said coldly closing the chart aggressively

"I am, on my time..." You said walking away.

----

You were on the elevator waiting for it to get to the surgical floor, you hated elevators, you don't like being quiet in one place for to long, you think to much about your thoughts. And right now, you didn't want to think about what you always thought about...that night.

"I am moving out..." You stated with a sniffle "We are over." You also stated wiggling your beautiful ring off.

You heard Mark trying to hold back his tears and he failed "Y/N, please..."

The elevator doors opened with a ping and you walk out to find Addison Montgomery-Shepard talking to Derek. You hate her with all of your heart no all of your body. Your heart, your pelvis, your spine, your aorta, your brain, your skeleton, and all of the above.

You walked over head high and confident this husband stealing bitch will not get the best of you. You aren't going to burst into tears. No. New Y/N would not. But new Y/N doesn't think about her cheating husband all the time. Thats when it hit you, you haven't officially divorced Mark. Then it hit you again. You had to divorce Mark, your Mark. The love of your life, your other half, your soulmate, the one, your husband, your partner in crime, your person, your best of friend.

You hadn't realized you were standing in the middle of the Surgical Floor, with a tear running down your cheek. You sniffled and tried to make your way past Addison and Derek without getting involved but then again you are involved in every bit.

You walked up to them and look her in the eye and said "What are you, doing here, Addison?" You said faking cheeriness.

She never saw you after the whole thing.

Her face turned white, and she said "Hey, Y/N..." with an apologetic smile.

"I asked, what are you doing here?" You said with a fake smile and saw Derek on the verge of a grin.

"Um..the chief-" She mumbled

"Huh?" You interrupted, Addison for some reason was intimated by you, which doesn't make sense because she let your husband cheat on you with her, sooooo?

"The Chief of Surgery asked if I would like to be the Head Attending of Neonatal Surgery (look it up, it's cool) here at Seattle Grace." She said a little bit louder and confidante.

"Interesting. Derek, we have patient." You said looking at Derek.

"Ah, yes." He said walking to the patient room with you following behind him.

----

It been a generous number of horrid weeks with Addison Montogomery, she has been on multiple of your patient cases. You're going crazy.

You were in the cafeteria with Bailey, she is your only real friend, because apparently Derek is giving Addison a second chance. Ridicloius.

"Thats the whole, story?" Bailey asked as she digged into her lunch.

"Yeah, the worst story that is happens to my life." You sighed biting into your sandwich.

"No. It's a horrible event that happened in your life, there's a difference. Neither is great but there's a difference." She said looking your eyes with seriousness.

"I know, just being dramatic. How are your interns?" You replied putting your sandwich do as you were no longer hungry.

"Their annoying and quite frankly a bit clingy whatsoever but they will most likely do fine."

You laughed at her reply, "They tend to be like that." You found your eyes at Derek and Addison at their own separate table, laughing, like nothing even remotely happened.

You sighed, "I can't watch that, sorry Bailey." You said with an apologetic smile, getting up and grabbing barely touched lunch to throw it away.

"It's fine. Go hop on a surgery, it will make feel better." She said.

"Thanks." You called walking out of the cafeteria.

You were looking over a new patient's chart to make sure you understand and knew the case well. You were on a gurney which abandoned in the halls. You heard some chattering from the front desk as you were hall that wrapped around it.

(By the way, you go by Dr. L/N-Sloan. You used to go by Dr. Sloan fully but...)

"Do you know where I can find a Dr. Sloan?" A distanced familiar deep voice asked.

A nurse at the front desk replied with "Dr. L/N-Sloan? They are in the hall over there."

"Ah. Thanks." He replied with a tone of sadness.

Then it clicked the familiar deep voice, you pondered and pondered who it belonged to...Mark Sloan. It made even more sense, when you and him made eye contact.

I have to get out of here, I have to get out of here. Is what you said in your head as you swiftly walked away but he caught up and grabbed your arm.

"Can I at least say hi, to my spouse." He said softly, turning you around to face him.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I love all the ideas and your response has given me some more to chew on for this au ty. (I might have already sent this but I'm not sure it sent but if it did i am sorry for the double ask)

[Wukong spending the Journey getting hit by all the symptoms of pregnancy during those 9-14 years.] the morning sickness is def the worst for him.

[Many foes back off just by the tired firey glare in the King's eyes.] his presence alone is usually able to get most of them to back off, but for those who were still going to risk trying a tired "I am running on 2 hours of sleep, crippling isolation and lonliness, and I haven't been able to keep any food down for three days, I am not in the mood" glare is enough to sen them running for the hills.

[Wukong never managed to tell Macaque about the Egg in that lifetime.] this fact breaks Wukong's heart, and it breaks Macaque to when he later learns that was with child the whole time because having a peacful life and a family was all he really ever wanted.

[He's convinced that the Egg's presence at the Samadhi Fire was what caused the Rings to Split and hit Ao Lie.] I was thinking that during the Samadhi fire ritual the egg suddenly started "kicking" and despite his attempts to not let it affect his performance the pain is what causes him to slip, allowing the ring to split. he absolutely blames himself for this.

[By isolating himself, he accidentally causes his body to *turn down the heat* and extend the process even longer.] he's gonna be so mad when he finds out thats one of the reasons it took so long. but maybe it was for the better, with no support group it would have been difficult to raise the egg on his own. the egg was "no troop, these are not prime baby raising conditions, i stay here longer", like giving Wukong time to find a safe and loving situation to give birth in.

[he geniunely believed that keeping MK whilst the Stone Egg was still draining life force could kill the cub. So SWK is forced to give the little toddler up to save his life.] again, as unfortunate as it is, perhaps for the better. even if not being adressed for the right reasons at the time Wukong knew he wasn't in the position to be caring for someone so young at that point, and the fact he took measures to ensure that MK still got a stable and loving home to grow up in says a lot about how even if he couldn't provide for MK he already loved him. the lack of being in the right headspace to care for an infant is also probably another reason for the egg to "turn down the heat", not able to be mentally there for child, child says in womb till he can.

[When him and MK finally reunite, its a little awkward but MK immediately understands the reason for the Monkey King's retirement.] does MK remember Monkey King, or is it a "I just met an actual god/my fav hero of legend and their pregnant" kind of awkward?

[MK, thinking its a bad breakup situation: "oh ok. I guess you're owed some long-overdue paternity leave, huh?"] this is funny if you remember the fact that this likely wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Wukong and Macaque actually having a bad break up, causing Macaque to leave and Wukong to lose the one thing keeping his body from triggering the egg making process. in a way, it is a bad break-up situation, just not exactly in the way MK thinks.

[MK only asks about the schematics on the Egg after Wukong makes a comment about being "like this longer than even Lao Tzu's mother".] Wukong def brags that he's had the longest pregnancy out of any immortal now.

[He returns to Pigsy's that evening silent with a horrifed look on his face.] the rest of the gang notice, they ask, MK explains what Wukong told him, and now everyone is silently horrified for the rest of the night.

[The Spider Queen can sense that theres a new life within the King, but she decides its an issue for after the takeover.] Wukong is kinda surprised when she doesn't instantly try and use it against him, she just responds that she still has some honor. this does not stop her from draining his power though. Wukong's far more concerned about a certain other demoness present learning about his egg...

[DBK frees himself, not only from the fear of losing his wife and his son, but also out of fury that Wukong had been hiding his condition for so long!!] he is not happy to learn that Wukong put his egg at risk with Samadhi fire situation and by fighting him, or that Wukong had hidden it at all from him as his sworn brother. and also with the webs draining Wukong's power it was putting the little one at risk, can't let that happen either, not if he has something to say about. DBK def learns about it because he overhears the deeply concerning conversation between SWK and LBD while their tied up, him being tied up close to Wukong and all.

[PIF demands a proper baby shower when she hears about it from her excited husband later.] PIF sitting at the dinner table, reading a book and eating while she waits for her husband and son to come home: why do I hear loud footsteps getting rapidly closer? DBK busting open the dining room door with Red Son tucked under his arm: DARLING WE'RE GONNA BE GODPARENTS!!!! PIF & Red Son: WHAT? cue a very excited bull king explaining everything to them

[but becomes concerned when his Sun refuses to fight in any way that leaves his stomach exposed.] protecting a specific part of the body usually means there's a vulnerability there, but Wukong didn't fight like he was injured, Macaque knows what that looks like and that wasn't it so now he's confused. the only other kind of vulnrability he could think of invovling one's stomach that would make them seem bloated as well as make them want to get away from the fight as fast as possible is if he was pregnant, but that can't be the case here can it?

["The Shadow Play" becomes more a plan to trap the Monkie Kid gang for answers. MK spills the beans. Macaque stares blankly for a minute before yelling in frustration. It's too much emotional baggage to process right now!] he lays awake for nights on end trying to figure out if its really what he thinks it is with the little evidence he has, and then he just can't take it anymore and sets up the play. trapping the gang in his lantern and threatening MK until he spills, MK does and even though an answer is what he wanted it takes a moment to process that he had been right, then he lashes out when more questions came to mind. how? when? for how long? who's the other parent? MK frees his friends while Macaque is lashing out and they make a break for it, they escape before Macaque can threaten more answers out of them.

[now with the additional threat that she will harm the Stone Egg if Macaque fails her again...] Macaque might not have answers about the egg, but it's still Wukong's egg at the end of the day. sure just the other day he'd been totally fine with the idea of killing the guy but now... was there still hope he could have the life he wanted with his Sun? even if he couldn't he could never bring himself to knowingly harm his former lover's unborn infant. Wukong ofc doesn't know this at first, and gets really worried about Mac getting involved. he doesn't want to have to choose between him and his egg ever again, but he will if he has to. the problem is avoided entirely when (much to SWK's surprise/confusion) Macaque straight up acts like doesn't exist while hunting the gang in s3. for this subtle blessing SWK is relieved and grateful.

[Macaque breaks the King from his possession by casually placing a curious hand on his swollen stomach, smiling in a way Wukong hadn't seen in centuries. "I know," is all that is said as the two monkeys allow their foreheads to touch.] it's such a simple thing, but it's a certain type of soft kindness he hasn't felt in years, that he missed very deeply, the domesticity of it, makes him feel like his moon really is his again. he bursts out crying and almost sends them both to the ground when he collapses into Macaque for a hug.

[LBD is unexpectedly destroyed by the Stone Egg itself. She did not count upon the Egg recognising her as a yummy source of spirtual energy as she was possessing it's parent.] egg was hungry, and SWK was feeling drained after being possessed, LBD was right their and strong and had hurt the egg's parent. so LBD gets nommed on. naturally.

[MK is a little disturbed, but glad that the demoness is gone-gone.] the can't see it happen, but they all feel an absurdly powerful force emanating from SWK suddenly tearing apart and absorbing LBD's soul. everyone's a little shook up by that one. Macaque: did- did the egg just- SWK frozen on spot, with a nervous and tight expression: *exasperated inhale* yeah... everyone else: oh gods there was also a little concern that eating LBD whole soul would have consequences.

[Until the newly unpossessed Monkey King doubles over in pain and cries for the Bodhisattva to help him. Guanyin is on the scene in seconds, glaring at her little brother angrily. Half the gang stare jaws dropped at what is happening while the rest are panicking.] everyone was chilling, settling down and gtting some food after everything, SWK was feeling the most content and happy he had in ages as he refused to anywhere other then glued to Macaque's side, and the egg was like, "I just got a massive meal, and the whole troop is here now, guess it's time to come out now". Wukong surprisingly casually sits up and tells Ne Zha to go get Guanyin, NOW, being the patron god of infants, he quickly realizes whats going on and bolts for the south sea, the others clue in and start freaking out at this point too. Gaunyin is not happy at SWK for putting himself and the egg at risk with both the Samadhi fire (again, they also tried to warn him off it the first time) and with fighting LBD alone, but thats a conversation for after the egg is born, hatched, and healthy. Tang's fanboying over meeting the Guanyin is stifled only by the painc of egg on the way.

[After many hours of painful labor with Macaque clutching his hand for support, Wukong *finally* greets his baby for the first time.] Wukong is def squeezing so hard at one point that Macaque thinks his hand is either gonna break or pop off, it doesn't do either, but it is numb by the end of it. Macaque gladly would do it again if it meant getting to be there when the egg was born and hatched. Wukong def jokingly tells his newborn that she "sure kept them all waiting".

[Her dark fur is hard to ignore. As well as the ice-blue eyes that stare between the two monkeys with wonder. And the little excited chirps she makes that sing the tune of Wukong's favorite songs.] the ice blue eyes are from the last minute bone demon meal ofc, but what if the dark fur actually comes from Wukong's longing to be with macaque as a family again, and those feelings during early pregnancy were so strong it changed the infant's appearence in order to fit not just Wukong but his desires/emotional needs (that being having the family Macaque always wanted with him). Macaque def cries when she has dark fur like him, makes him feel more like he's possibly a bio parent. Wukong is def in love with everything about his little one, down to every little sound she makes. I like to think he would talk to the egg whenever he was alone while pregnant, and was also always humming to them, maybe the infant somehow knows some of those tunes he was humming and tries to mimic them fresh out of the egg.

[Yuebei Xing is celebrated across the many Realms as the first Stone Monkey to be born from a Stone Egg in milennia. Gold Star comes down from Heaven in person to bless her arrival.] they jokingly thank Gold Star for being too busy to oversee Wukong's punishment, because if he had Wukong likely wouldn't be holding the most precious ball of fur in his arms right now.

[singeing Azure Lion's fur as he goes to take the Jade Emperor's throne. All present, including members of the Brotherhood, laugh at the coincidence.] it's hard not to laugh, given the coincidence. the only one not laughing is Azure, who just saw his life flash before his eyes.

[Yuebei's whole family are willing to *destroy* the divine animals if even dare touch a single hair on her little head.] knowing Azure, he's either fantasizing about Yuebei being Wukong and his infant, or plotting how to use her for blackmail. or both. either way Wukong's none too happy to learn who's got their hands on his little one.

[The retrieve Yuebei after they enter the palace and see the three usurpers beaten to a pulp. The infant monkey rolling around on her butt as she giggles. Azure begs the crew to "please take her back".] Azure was perhaps a little too lost in his triumph and day-dreaming to notice the ultra powerful infant he was holding beginning to grow restless and playful, one of his many mistakes. especially seeing as she had little to no strength control at such a young age.

All in reference to the core "slow boiled stone egg au" post.

You did send a less detailed version of this ask a few days ago, I just hadn't gone through my inbox enough XD

I love the detailed responses though! It's nice to see so much interest in my silly aus!

[the morning sickness is def the worst for him.]

Based on my previous ironic pregnancy headcanons, Wukong occasionally gains a food adversion to his fave fruit ever; Peaches. Some days his brain/body just decides "Eww no. bleh. Spit it out right now" and the nausea hits him hard. Wukong is dismayed whenever it happens.

["I am running on 2 hours of sleep, crippling isolation and lonliness, and I haven't been able to keep any food down for three days, I am not in the mood" glare is enough to sen them running for the hills.]

[-this fact breaks Wukong's heart, and it breaks Macaque to when he later learns that was with child the whole time because having a peacful life and a family was all he really ever wanted.]

[the egg was "no troop, these are not prime baby raising conditions, i stay here longer"] + [the lack of being in the right headspace to care for an infant is also probably another reason for the egg to "turn down the heat", not able to be mentally there for child, child says in womb till he can.]

Pretty much yeah!

Stone Monkeys only have this backup for the absolute last resort when things are at their worst enviroment-wise. No mate, no troop, no support system, no mental health = Egg ain't moving. Think of it like the formation of a geode - it can do it either over a natural couple of centuries, or in a few months with intervention.

"Asleep" Stone Monkeys who are still buried know that they're unlikely to ever be recovered, but their egg can still be found by other troops and hatch in response to socialization even thousands of years on.

However, "Awake" Stone Monkeys with an Egg cooking need to have an active support system in place for the baby's development to progress faster/less riskily. By shuting out the outside world, all Wukong did was accidentally set the Egg to "sleep mode".

Sadly, even if Wukong was wrong and his body identified baby!MK harmlessly as a troop member - SWK simply wasn't in the mental headroom to raise a whole baby without someone to help him.

[does MK remember Monkey King, or is it a "I just met an actual god/my fav hero of legend and their pregnant" kind of awkward?]

The second one mostly. MK honestly can't remember his earliest memories beyond the sight of SWK's egg fragment + possibly Nuwa, and thats with supernatural help.

In a slightly sad note, it's possible MK *remembers* being held by someone soft with a round belly + gold eyes. He assumes throughout his life that this person was his birth mother before he was given up/orphaned.

[this likely wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Wukong and Macaque actually having a bad break up]

MK is right in his own way XD

[Wukong def brags that he's had the longest pregnancy out of any immortal now.]

Wukong's been carrying the egg since the Journey days, about the Tang Dynasty (690-907 AD)/irl Xuanzang's departure in 629. So that Stone Egg been slow boiling from anywhere between 1394 to 1116 years. 0_o

Either way SWK has beaten Lao Tzu/Zi's mom (pregnant for 62-80 years), and def brags about that fact to whatever immortal will hear.

[DBK def learns about it because he overhears the deeply concerning conversation between SWK and LBD while their tied up, him being tied up close to Wukong and all.]

DBK overhears LBD making threatening references to Wukong's conditon and immediately interrupts her villainy bs to yell at his sworn brother.

(inside the giant Spider Mech) LBD: "All will fall into place soon. Even with the unexpected additon of your... future heir." *guestures hand around SWK's stomach* DBK, furious ans still wrapped in web: "WHAT!?!? HEIR?! SUN WUKONG!! Are you so reckless that you'd fight even when your unborn child could have been harmed!?" Wukong, wrapped in less-tight web: "Not the best time DBK. I can handle it." LBD: "Quite. Then again it is all in char-" DBKm interrupting: "REALLY BROTHER?! YOU DIDN'T TRUST ME TO KNOW!? If I was aware of your condition - I would have never dared to invoke your anger! Even my beautifully ruthless wife would agree with me!" LBD: *glares at DBK in annoyance* "Ahem." Wukong, ignoring her: "I couldn't let you guys know! Look, I've been fine on own for centuries now!" LBD: "Exc-" DBK, super-concerned: "CENTURIES!?! WERE YOU WITH CHILD DURING THE RITUAL!?!" *DBK busts out of his bindings and gently grabs SWK* DBK: "LADY GUANYIN WILL TAN BOTH OUR HIDES WHEN SHE HEARS ABOUT THIS!" LBD: *gives up and leaves*

[DBK busting open the dining room door with Red Son tucked under his arm: DARLING WE'RE GONNA BE GODPARENTS!!!!]

After the initial shock wears off, PIF immediately summons a catalog to look for baby shower supplies. This is a monumentous occassion! She ofc assumes it's Macaque's fault (she's not wrong XD) and that this might be her future sworn niece/nephew! She simply must organise everything for her idiot sworn brother and his mate!

Red blinks in confusion before confronting the Monkie Kid gang about it later. Mei demands PIF's contact details right that second so that they can swap party ideas.

[even though an answer is what he wanted it takes a moment to process that he had been right, then he lashes out when more questions came to mind. how? when? for how long? who's the other parent?]

Even with knowing how Stone Eggs works, Macaque has such a mental 404 error at the news that he's reduced to yelling garbbled questions at the gang until they leave awkwardly.

[...was there still hope he could have the life he wanted with his Sun?]

Macaque spends most of S3 trying to bat away any thoughts/predictive sounds of a happy domestic life him and Wukong cna have together.

[it's such a simple thing, but it's a certain type of soft kindness he hasn't felt in years, that he missed very deeply, the domesticity of it, makes him feel like his moon really is his again. he bursts out crying and almost sends them both to the ground when he collapses into Macaque for a hug.]

I just love this image. The possession being broken by Macaque expressing softness, his vunerability, to Wukong. And the possessed King snapping out of it since he's so conflcitingly overwhelmed by the joy of having his Moon back again + the weakness he feels.

[egg was hungry, and SWK was feeling drained after being possessed, LBD was right their and strong and had hurt the egg's parent. so LBD gets nommed on. naturally.] + [the can't see it happen, but they all feel an absurdly powerful force emanating from SWK suddenly tearing apart and absorbing LBD's soul. everyone's a little shook up by that one.]

Yuebei's first immortal kill is in fact LBD, preformed before she was even born. Once the switch "flipped" on the possesed SWK, the Egg recognised LBD as both a threat to her parent and a tasty source of Dao, hence; nom-nom-nom.

All thats left behind of the ancient bone demon is a picked-clean skull. The Ten Kings and Yama feel this hungry act from beyond the Realms and wonder *what* creature could have created such a great power vacuum.

[the egg was like, "I just got a massive meal, and the whole troop is here now, guess it's time to come out now".]

Ah, a fellow party crasher, just like her baba. Wukong and Macaque can barely enjoy the bowl of noodles they've stolen (in good humor) from MK when Wukong's face just drops from a shift in his body.

[Tang's fanboying over meeting the Guanyin is stifled only by the painc of egg on the way.]

Tang: "Oh gracious Buddha! The bodhisattva Guanyi herse-- oh gosh this is a lot grosser than I was expecting..." *gets woozy and hides face in Pigsy's chest*

[but what if the dark fur actually comes from Wukong's longing to be with macaque as a family again] + [Macaque def cries when she has dark fur like him, makes him feel more like he's possibly a bio parent]

Oooo! Wukong's emotional need to be reunited with his mate was so great that it impressed upon the Stone Egg itself.

Imagine how much crying would be involved if little Yuebei just so happened to be born six-eared as well? Macaque and Wukong would never stop sobbing over how cute their baby is!!

Macaque is still very much assumed by the demonic/celestial/mortal public not in the know of Stone Eggs, to be Yuebei's other bio parent. Hard to refute their claims when the little Monkey Princess has such lovely midnight-dark fur and glowing ears.

[I like to think he would talk to the egg whenever he was alone while pregnant, and was also always humming to them, maybe the infant somehow knows some of those tunes he was humming and tries to mimic them fresh out of the egg.]

Thats so super adorable I love it! <3

Wukong loved talking to the Egg when he was on his own on the island. He'd talk to it about what his old Pilgrim brothers were like, what happened in Heaven, his early days on the mountain, and how much he wishes to be there to see all the little havoc's she'll cause in the future. He def recorded a tape + wrote letters to Yuebei before she was born ala "For Steven" in Steven Universe... just in case his immortality didn't work in the end.

Babies can hear things going on on the outside irl as early as 14 weeks along - it's how they become acclimated to the voices of their family. Little Yuebei spent so much time in the "final run" hearing show tunes, action movies, and the voices of Wukong's new found family/troop that she thinks theses are all "good noises"!

As Yuebei looks around at her "troop" she tries matching a "good sound" to them. Everyone is just aww-ing at her tiny chirping mimicry, and burst out laughing when she gets to Pigsy and makes a deep sound they swear sounds like "freeloader!".

Her pre-natal eavessdropping does however, lead her to fall asleep to the heavy metal soundtrack of the Monkey Cop series. XD

[Azure was perhaps a little too lost in his triumph and day-dreaming to notice the ultra powerful infant he was holding beginning to grow restless and playful, one of his many mistakes. especially seeing as she had little to no strength control at such a young age.]

Yuebei decided that "Kitty" wasn't playing with her, wasn't holding her right, and wasn't even singing to her! And she wanted to make her frustrations known.

I love these mass responses, even if it takes some time for me to reply. Ty so much for your interest!

[bottom-lexa]

future Tarnished but so grand drabble

A lazy Saturday morning drabble for @lexa-griffins for her birthday and also as an advance apology for all the angst that is to come in the near future.

No, Lexa still wasn’t quite used to the sight she woke up to yet. They had been living together for nearly five years now, engaged for a good two, so she was no stranger to waking up next to Clarke, she had been doing it almost every morning for the past one thousand eight hundred and fifty six days. But Lexa still wasn’t used to it.

It was the constant feeling of peace and contentment, it was the soft love, it was the safety and comfort that Lexa hadn’t known her entire life that she felt every morning now when she opened her eyes. It was rolling over on her side and watching the woman she loved sleep just a little longer, it was knowing she didn’t have to rush out of bed and get things ready or there would be consequences, it was knowing when her partner woke up, she would be met with a smile and a soft good morning.

She used to hate the weekends, used to hate Saturdays in particular because she was forced to spend the entire time within the confines of her house with Michael. Now, Lexa looked forward to it. Saturdays were easily her favorite, she got to spend it at home with Clarke, got to the spend the entire day together lounging in the living room with her head on Clarke’s lap catching up on all the TV show episodes they had missed over the week, or spend hours in bed clothed in nothing but the soft ray of sunshine that had sneaked its way in through the curtains.

“Morning,” Clarke said groggily as her eyes opened, “How long have you been watching me sleep?” She teasingly accusingly, voice low and deep, heavy with sleep.

“Oh not long,” Lexa matched her tone, “Just a couple of hours.” She could barely keep it together till the end of the sentence, a small giggle escaping despite Lexa’s efforts.

“It’s Saturday.” Clarke stated. “And it’s still in the AM,” She added after a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand which read 9:17 am. “So why are we awake, angel?”

Lexa shrugged with one shoulder, “I’m not tired?”

Something flashed in Clarke’s eyes at the statement, a playful sparkle as her lips curled into a matching smirk. “Then maybe…” She started calmly, hand coming up to Lexa’s arm and letting her fingers trace up alone the length of it. “I should tire you out?” She did her best to hide the excitement in her voice, putting on a not-at-all convincing act that this was just for Lexa and not herself. “So we can get a little more sleep?”

Lexa was never one to turn down an offer like that. And it wasn’t long before the two of them found themselves entirely too close to each other with Clarke’s fingers inside Lexa and Lexa’s mouth on Clarke’s chest. It was slow and lazy, quiet moans muffled by kisses, whispered I love yous, and breathless sighs. Clarke’s fingers knowing how best to drive Lexa crazy, Lexa knowing all too well the ways to touch Clarke that would was sure to make her cum by heightening the pleasure she got from fucking Lexa.

It was at least a handful of organs later that the two of them finally came apart on their prospective sides of the bed. Chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering their skin as they caught their breath. Lexa didn’t wait before closing the distance between them, her face finding the crook of Clarke’s neck and Clarke’s arm immediately going up around her waist.

“Tired?” Clarke asked knowingly.

Lexa’s eyes were already closed. “Enough to go back to sleep for an hour or two, yeah.”

[roxanaagriche111]

I saw a post of my dear friend @rayroseu about the staff and the ring. Like silver has the ring, but where is the staff? Bare with me. I am writing this at 1 in the morning, so I’m tired asf right now.

But, I have a suspicion that silver’s dad hid the staff. Silver’s dad most likely lived after making a wish to live longer if Malleus’s mom was defeated, but there is a chance that she is sealed within the mirror. He might’ve not actually made any wish but hid it. (Will explain later) but if Silver’s dad did seal her within the mirror. Then she would’ve gotten out if she had the staff with her. But it’s likely that she must’ve dropped the staff by accident upon being sealed. Upon dropping the staff within this route of where malleus’s mom was sealed. Then silver’s dad may have or may have not used the staff on him. Because he did die a bit early on. (Will get to that eventually)

But if he did kill malleus’s mom, then it’s likely he hid the staff after being cured. He hid it knowing his men was greedy for its benefits. That’s what the staff was known for—to grant any wishes people had wanted. That’s why they wanted to fight them in the first place. Since no one could find it and it’s a high chance that if she is in the mirror, then she wouldn’t have it with her. Because then she could’ve gotten out of the mirror way long ago and be queen while malleus had hatched way earlier. So he must’ve hid that after the defeat. There is also a good chance that the staff is reaching out to malleus as malleus always ventures into ruins. (Silver’s dad may have hidden it inside a ruined area that nobody would go to. It’s a bit risky to hide it in the castle if his men knows where it is and is greedy for it) But why is malleus going into ruins and what for? If I remember, malleus mentioned he was looking for something in the ruins.

Many suspect he goes to ruins to know about his mom, but he never met his mom. He does not remember her nor has he ever met her because he wasn’t hatched yet. It’s possible he is drawn to the ruins because of the staff that might be hidden inside. The staff must be calling for him. I don’t think it’s very likely that he wants to go there for of his mom, since he never met her and she’s a stranger to him.

Also look at this

We know that silver was put to sleep after his father’s death. But it’s highly likely that malleus’s granny didn’t counter attack the enemies till after the death of silver’s dad. If the dad was able to kill her daughter, then it was far too risky to counter attack. They had to wait till they could get revenge because if silver’s dad was still alive—the line of the draconia would be extinct. Malleus wouldn’t be able to rule the kingdom since he didn’t hatch and even if he did then he would be a baby. The senators would be in charge but they probably couldn’t since they only control the draconias from behind—never at front. Besides, if they did counter attack then silver may not have been born. He was most likely born probably a year after the princess was defeated. But his dad must’ve died a little later due to his sickness. I don’t believe he would ever use the staff after knowing he had killed a ancient bloodline of the fae. Especially if he had wanted to build a sort of relationship with them. He couldn’t have been killed since he was a strong opponent to the faes. Instead, it’s likely he didn’t make a wish and died from his sickness.

Also, the counter attack must’ve happened after the death of silvers dad. The fairies put him to sleep 400 years ago when Lilia found him, malleus had already hatched. Remember, malleus didn’t hatch till 200 years after his mom’s defeat. While Lilia didn’t find silver till 400 years later after malleus finally hatched. Silver was put to sleep 400 years ago and malleus finally hatched but it was before lilia found silver. There is a 200 year difference in this. So malleus’s granny didn’t counter attack till 400 years ago before her grandson finally hatched. For more clarification: Silver was born before malleus but was put to sleep 400 years before being found. By that time, malleus was already hatched and grown up. Silver is actually considered older than malleus for being born earlier than him. But he was frozen in time, so malleus is considered older than silver since Lilia didn’t find him till 200 years after he was born. So it’s kind of like silver was born 400 years ago, malleus didn’t hatch till 200 years later, silver is older than malleus considering these numbers, but was frozen in time and malleus grew up. It’s confusion I know.

Also, regarding the fact of the senates. I have a feeling they must’ve paid some fae to betray the princess. There was said to be a traitor within the princess’s palace. But no fae would dare to disobey the royal family, but if it’s the senators. That are said to control all draconia/it’s royal bloodline and the fae themselves. Then they must’ve told that fae to betray the princess and the fae had no choice. The princess to them was stubborn and a thorn in their side. For she had chose to disobey them many times. So they wanted to get rid of her and put malleus under their control. Since he would’ve been young and easily manipulated by them. But Lilia who was raised beside malleus’s mom also helped her to rebel against the senators. He is from an unknown bloodline of a fae who are bats. He was adopted, and nobody knew what family he originated from. It’s possible that his family had some sort of immunity to not take orders from the senators. Yet the senators may have sent other faes to kill his original family, leaving him as a orphan.

Besides. I don’t think Lilia putting his magic into malleus’s egg and hatching him is what pissed the senators. Lilia has some sort of immunity to not take orders from the senators but himself. He only followed the royal family and nobody else. Not even the senators and that’s what pissed them off. When malleus was hatched by his magic. It is possible the immune of not obeying the senators also mixed within malleus’s bloodstream and magic. Letting malleus make his own decisions which the senators didn’t want. The senators wasn’t happy as they wanted maleficia to possibly hatch him. All the draconian members were hatched by their parents and the parents from their parents. Every one of them that had obeyed the senators. But malleus was hatched by lilia. They tried to take baby malleus away thinking that they could still control him. But sadly for them, it was failure. As Lilia became the caretaker and teacher of malleus and that malleus always goes to him and not the senators.

@rayroseu-reblogs @hanafubukki @the-broken-truth

[classystudentpartyslime]

You ain't reading allat

Found this in my notes app, it's a year old, let's go (⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ

Hangout later

The fan in my bedroom hasn't been working for the past few days.

This isn't a problem– shouldn't be, atleast. It's winter.

Or that's how it may seem to others.

It has caused issues for me.

I mean, I find myself staring at it more often.

That in itself wouldn't be the problem, if I hadn't also been staring at the sturdy looking bedsheets, the calendar, the small ladder, a notepad, and a pen.

But I am. Way too often.

I think we often tend to miss things when they're in motion. Or we're in motion. Aren't we all in motion? The earth is spinning, after all. But it seems with the fan, I have stopped too. So now, with many thoughts behind my unoptimally functioning eyes, and from behind the sizeable lenses cased between the frame of my painfully dull black glasses, I stare.

I stare at many things, but the fan, mostly.

You see, it's not that cold yet. If the fan hadn't stopped, I'd be cozier in the night, with its regulator turned to the second last notch complimenting the weight of a thicker-than-usual blanket on my body in a way that lulls me into an easy sleep.

But, no. It had to stop. So I stare as sleep evades me, today of all days, when I felt I needed it most.

It's too warm with the blanket, suffocating. Just slightly too cold without it, in a way that stings only the back of my legs and my thighs. There is no peace either way.

My phone's ringing. I ignore the sound till it stops. I think of the days where I didn't, and how those conversations went. Tonight I don't feel like listening. Or speaking, for that matter. So I settle with staring at the fan. The phone finishes ringing and doesn't ring again.

I remember when I was younger, I used to get on top of the ladder and try to reach the blades. I'm sure I could now, if I tried, but I haven't in a while.

Maybe because that information would only cause me more unrest. Push me harder towards resting once and for all, maybe not flat on my back, but not on my feet, either.

Because I'm not that tall, so my feet wouldn't touch the floor, even if the fan hanged a little low.

The right earphone is working. The sound of chirping crickets replaces the music that's supposed to flow in from the left one. It's been broken for a while, now. So many things are, now that I think about it.

My right ear starts ringing, and suddenly I can't hear any music at all.

Usually, I'd hear the dull whirring of my fan, and the sound of air being whipped around. But there's none of that either. The sound of my thoughts occupies that silence.

I think the fan's staring at me, too. Wondering why I spend so much time decomposing on this bed. Why I'm thinking so hard, prolonging a decision that I know I will end up taking. Why I've been here so long, not even moving any part of my body except my eyelids and irises. I think the fan is tired of looking at my face. I feel sorry for my fan. Maybe things are easier for it when it's spinning, too. I feel it isn't happy with the way I'm planning to use it, at all.

What if it gives out from the ceiling, and we both fall?

My fan falls, and it says, "It's all your fault. Maybe I was a little flawed– maybe I stopped spinning for a while. For such a minor crime, did you really have to destroy me? Now I've left a hole where I was, and the ceiling misses me. I will be thrown out soon, and I'll end up in the dumpyard with the rest of the trash. Can't you have done something different?"

"Stupid girl. Look at what you did."

And I don't have an answer for my fan. Really, this was an inconsiderate decision. I never thought it would fall alongside me...but I'm not really sorry.

"So what if you didn't?" My fan says. "It's still your fault."

Still my fault. That sounds right. I've decided that most things are. I think about how I haven't heard an apology in very long.

I must really have gone insane, because fans don't speak, and I never even left my place on the bed. My fan still hangs from the ceiling, perfectly still, like it has been for days.

I think about what my fan said to me, when I realise that maybe sleep is upset with my eyes tonight for having paid no heed to it's gentle nudges throughout the day, and has decided to refrain from paying them its daily visit out of pettiness.

I think of asking my fan why it stopped.

My fan reads my mind, because it answers though I never end up asking. "Why are you always questioning me? Can't you be glad I chose a time where you don't need me as much? Atleast it's not summer, I worked hard for you this summer." my fan says.

"I gave you what you wanted, when you wanted it. What more do you want from me?"

And my fan sounds so upset, that I feel a little bad for asking in the first place. Even though I didn't really ask, and it never really answered. I'm going to stop asking if it's so sad all the time.

This whole back and forth that I just had with my fan, or didn't, sounds a little familiar to me. Or doesn't. Because I never had this conversation with someone else, but if I did, they would act out my part, and I'd be acting out the part of my fan.

I think I already do, to some extent.

"I don't know, have you thought about apologising?"

"Hello? But I'm not sorry?"

"Oh. Okay."

"..."

I think about how I don't exactly sympathize with my fan, and wonder whether it's the same for other people too. How exhausting it must be to have to badger me with questions even when I'm not causing them trouble.

"I gave you what you wanted, when you wanted it. What more do you want from me?"

"...I'm going to stop asking if you're so sad all the time."

Maybe my way of looking at this is wrong to begin with. Maybe my fan stopped moving because it died. Maybe what hangs above me now is its corpse. Such a morbid thought. We'd match if I hung my corpse from it, too. Just two hanging corpses, that were maybe friends.

"I don't know," my fan says. "Are we friends?"

"You're supposed to be dead," I say, or don't.

"Well, if you want me to be." My fan sounds upset again. "Do you want me to be?"

"That depends. Do you want to be?"

My fan doesn't answer that question. Maybe it realised that it's supposed to be dead, and shouldn't have been speaking in the first place, or it just now died, or it simply didn't feel like answering. Looking at my fan, it's not clear which one it is. Maybe it has no answer.

It's silent now, it occurs to me. It's a weird thought because it has been silent the entire time, but this silence feels more concentrated. Atleast now I'm thinking about a possible schizophrenia diagnosis instead of about killing myself. If I told someone about tonight, they'd probably laugh at me. I'd laugh with them, because it's funny, there's no denying that.

"What do you mean? I do tell you everything."

"That can't be true."

"Yes it is. It's not my fault my life's so uneventful."

"...."

"What? It is true."

Because my fan speaking to me, but not exactly, can't really be considered a real event. Right?

It's too quiet save for the ringing in my right ear, and that sound is not one that I'm fond of. So I ask my fan why it's speaking to me.

"I'm not," it says. Now that just makes matters worse.

It doesn't clear up whether my fan is dead or not. Can inanimate objects die? It doesn't even clear up whether or not it's speaking to me. I suppose if a fan can speak, a corpse should be able to speak too, since they're both inanimate. What about a fan-corpse then? Or a corpse-fan?

There's an obvious answer to all of this, of course. If inanimate things never lived in the first place, then they can't die. And by that logic they can't speak either.

"That's right." My fan confirms.

"You're going against what you're agreeing with," I say. Or think. I don't really know.

"No, that's you." My fan says, even more upset for some reason. "I haven't been speaking in the first place. It's all you."

Jesus Christ. Maybe I shouldn't have asked why it's speaking to me.

My fan doesn't respond any further, probably since my right ear stopped ringing and I can hear the music again.

I pick up my phone and turn off the song, but my fan doesn't speak anymore. This time I don't bother figuring out why. I'm not sleepy, but I don't have the energy to move more than my hands. My fan can't die, so it stays stuck between being alive and being dead, miserable in its own existence. There's no reason for me to exist that way, except for right now, when the reason is that I'm exhausted.

I don't know how much longer I can farm that excuse, because I'm growing increasingly frustrated with my own incompetence. Can't even get up to hang yourself? What a joke.

I'm miserable tonight, like I've been last night, and the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that, and many many nights before that. My body aches and so does my mind, especially my eyes as they stare at the fan.

I want my existence to end.

Was that me or the fan?

Whoever it was, it's now 2:32, so I have to wait till 3.

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My fan is fixed now btw

[samuelsimauthor]

This is the first chapter of the novella I spent 3 years writing. I don't think I'm going to post more than the first 2 chapters here. The link to purchase (Etsy and directly from me) will be in my pinned post. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

If this gets more than 50 notes, I'll post the second chapter. :)

21 September 1745

In the span of the last hour I have been berated by a British General twice, charged at by fellow clansmen, and had my freedom and life threatened. All I want to do is go home to Inverness and forget about this horrid day. The British army has dwindled in size with over 300 men killed and countless others taken prisoner by the Jacobite army. I wish I was one of them, at least then I would have a chance at returning home. Cope summons me.

-Alasdair Fraser.

The air around me is stale and unseasonably hot. My fire-red shoulder-length hair sticks to the back of my neck in matted waves from a mixture of blood and sweat. I inhale the iron filled scent of dirt and blood all around me. The battlefield is riddled with bodies. Some were civilians who wanted to join the fight. Others were fellow clansmen and soldiers fighting to put a Stuart King back on the throne. The sea of tartans and blood flowed like Loch Ness, still and weary.

The Jacobite army had attacked just before day break with a heavy sheet of fog covering the field, they had the element of surprise and none of the British had seen that coming, the battle was swift and many a life was lost from either foe. The cowards of the British dragoons retreated so fast that there really wasnae much of a fight, but still, there lay a hill of soldiers on the moor of impassable marshy land.

I do not find this comforting. I find it repulsive to think that I caused much of this carnage. This was a massacre, one that I helped cause. I cautiously removed my sword from the body of the last person I slew and plunged it back into its sheath, still stained with blood.

“Alasdair!” General John Cope hollers across the once peaceful field.

“Yes, General?” I call back with a cold voice, my hands shaking. My mind is run-a-muck with all the faces of the people I had just murdered under his orders.

“Gather what you can of munitions, then report back to me. we are going to go settle in Dunbar.” Cope commanded. I stand frozen, mind-numbingly tired. For a split second I contemplate deserting knowing that if I do, I will become an outlaw and be hunted till long after this war is over.

I begin trudging through the masses of seared flesh, not registering what is in front of me. I wander aimlessly until I am too tired to continue, defying a direct order. My mind is thinking over and over that this is wrong, that I am not fighting for what I believe in. I reach the encampment as the sun is setting, and I begin to feel the effects of sleep deprivation. I stumble my way through the encampment of blood-soaked and mangled men. Their wounds are being treated by a local physician, a Scot, by the red of his hair.

“Alasdair, there you are! We were beginning to worry you had died.” Someone said from the crowd of wounded and dying soldiers. I shrug, not paying any attention to the people around me. My eyes wander over the faces looking for Sir John Cope. I know that I must tell him what has been on my mind.

“John, a word,” I say firmly as I approach the tall, oval-faced man with a blood-soaked jacket. I keep walking into his tent, with him following at my heels.

“What is this about, Fraser? We have to rally the troops and go back to London at first light.” He speaks like many pompous Englishmen do, as if everyone is beneath them.

“I will not be accompanying you back to London. I am going home to Inverness.” My words are firm and decided. Nothing this man says can change my mind. “And before you tell me that ‘it’s an order,’ may I remind you that I am no longer indebted to you nor to the crown. I fought this battle because I had no choice, I was a prisoner, and this battle was not mine to fight. It was only a means to an end.” I find my voice shaking by the end of my tirade. Cope looks astonished at my words like he can not decide if he wants to yell at me or not.

“Well then, you had best be on your way. I advise you to be careful, Alasdair. This world is a dangerous place.” John turns to leave but pauses at the threshold. “Do you really believe this war is not worth fighting?” and he’s gone.

I know the answer to that question, but I will not say it out loud. Not in front of a hundred redcoats and Jacobite traitors. I know in my heart that I am fighting on the wrong side of this battle. I should have been fighting this rebellion with my brother and family, but I had to go and get myself arrested for fighting a British officer, though, in my defense, I did not know he was one at the time he was wearing civilian clothes.

I walk out of the tent and toward the horses. As I am untying a white and brown palomino, a soldier, dressed in the Fraser tartan approaches me with a jaunt in his step. He’s about six feet tall with glowing emerald eyes and raven-like hair that sticks to his forehead with sweat and blood. He has a look in his eyes that makes you wonder just how many people he had killed. And this grin that made you realize he had probably lost count somewhere along the way. I am entranced by how he holds himself, straight-backed and tall. He has a really good posture for someone who just fought a battle and lost.

I meet his eyes through the dark and find myself feeling smaller, smaller than I have in a long time. I am not short, but I am not tall, either. I have narrow shoulders and a slender frame, and when I speak, my voice is fragile, and I have to fight to be heard.

“Are you leaving?” He asks calmly, his voice immediately recognizable, though his face has changed so much over the years.

“Aye, I am going back to Inverness. Do you want to come with me?” I ask, knowing that it’s his home too.

“Oui, Je ne suis pas rentré depuis trop longtemps. Yes, I haven’t been home in a long time.” His smile calms me and makes me feel less on edge about leaving the others behind.

“J’ai oublié que tu parlais français. I forgot you speak French.” I state as I finish doing up the saddle. “Get on.” He mounts the horse in one smooth motion, and I do the same, resting my arms around his waist as we begin our journey home.

The sun is finishing its descent as we make our way to the main road and continue on, not wanting to stop for anything because we are both afraid that the redcoats will change their minds about letting us go. I tell him about my time in Stonehaven Tolbooth, a wee prison in Stonehaven where I spent my days as a prisoner for fighting a British officer before being sent to Aberdeen. As the night grows darker and colder, we stop to rest and build a fire to keep us warm.

[hiraethprinmec]

Tuesday, January 9th, 2024

I've been having a hard time lately. I feel weak struggling with addiction. waking up late, not doing much of anything. I miss who I used to be loose, creative, financially free. I wonder if I can ever be that way again. I want to be different , I want a spectacular life. I want to be pretty successful, happy. I know mostly what I need to do but I've been just not doing it. I wake up late in the evening in a dirty room, I smoke, eat and play games on a loop. I want to write , paint, meet people. I've just been in a rut, feeling so tired. I want this to be my year. I want to smoke right now, its only been a minute or two since my last puff, its what I do everyday upon waking.

sometimes I wake up and I cant believe this is my life, I sit there and remember who I am and what I do. I wish I could turn back time and do thing differently. knowing what I do now. I kind of like this writing it feels like the piano. maybe this will help me . I want to believe I can be even better than before. I've been fumbling for so long I want to be different, the comfort of hitting a vape and feeling something, relaxing its something I don't want to quit. I'm considered a heavy smoking , that concerns me. when I think of quitting I always think of Sunday playing DnD, I think but "I want to smoke on Sunday" so maybe ill do my best to not smoke as much or at all until Sunday. I sometimes think of getting one of those time sensitive safes, maybe it would work or maybe it'd kill time and sleep till it opened for me.

i know i have a problem, i miss weed, i miss money, i miss feeling on top of the world. i wish i could go back in time. i struggle to do the dishes ,clean my room , brush my teeth, go out. everything feels wrong and undoable. i wish people knew who i was, i wish i could be myself. no one knows of my diagnosis, they would think i was lying and cringe. i would do anything to be normal. i want to be desired, unique. i know i just said i want to be normal and unique. what i mean is the way i am isn't the good kind of unique, i am odd and ugly. i want to be a bit odd and pretty. the kind of girl someone is intrigued by. this is all quite self loathing but i am the only one who will read it . the tip said stream of consciousness and these are my thoughts I try and not think of.

I don't want to smoke that bad when I am writing like this maybe I am smoking so much because my brain is so tangled and I am bored most of the time do to the low energy. i think this is good for me. I'm only 530 words in but this is very insightful. i feel like I'm going to sleep better tonight already.

i get stressed out thinking of tomorrow, I don't want to be on this earth and i think that's the problem. i must do things to maintain myself and I'm not even happy. what a waste i feel. i wish i wrote down what i felt when i was younger maybe i wasn't happy then either.

i want write a story about zombies, they always say be the change you want to see in the world and i want more zombie media. I lack confidence clearly. maybe i will do a meditation after this, some affirmations. I want a good life for myself I just get so overwhelmed. i don't know what I'm going to say to my therapist on Thursday am i going to lie about smoking or tell the truth. its a phone session so i think she will worry about me. id like to think I would have gone in person this week if grandma was in town. i need to learn to drive that is a shame point for me. almost done with the 750 i kind of don't want it to end so that's a good thing. I like this I'm going to do my best to stick with it.

I've been looking at daily routines of people on YouTube, famous people. i am feeling motivated, i feel scared too because what if its gone in the morning. I've gone through so many bouts of depression and relapses that i think I've just resorted to lying down and rotting. i don't want to be that way. in my mind life is a story and that is a sad and boring one.

Michelle my therapist would be happy at my progress today and i am too. i woke up talked to my dad, asked for help which i have a hard time doing and i didn't put it off and script it. i asked as soon as the problem arrived. after that i made my bed , tidied a bit. i cooked cornbread and black-eyed peas, maybe that where I've gotten this luck. i made it the way my grandma does. i need to let people in , i need to ask for help. the people in my life don't know I'm struggling. I'm sure they can sense it, but i put on a front every time and act nonchalant.

inside i am filled to the brim with drama and feeling. i am over the edge with ideas and emotion. there is so much that i want to do and so many things i want to be. i am sick of myself. this year i am going to be different . i want peace, happiness and i sense of belonging in this world. i am going to forge a purpose for myself, things and thoughts to be proud of. these feeling scare me , change has that effect on me. its the autism and trauma. i can doing great things . just because things are hard for me doesn't mean I'm bad at them. i feel bad that things a lot because of how much mental anguish i have , but most things i do , i do well.

I'm proud of myself , I cleaned under my bed and mostly swept my room, made dinner that was healthy. I plan to paint this evening. I'd like to light an incense and a candle.

i only have one pod for the next 5-6 days , that means ive gone through 3 since friday night and its Tuesday night, so i guess around 5 days. these next few days might be rough. my overindulgence and poor planning is going to get the best of me. i feel zapped of motivation when i think about not having much left. im snacking on some BBQ chips, that gives me some dopamine. its 10:18pm right now. i want to paint in a bit i know ill be thinking about my low supply when i do. i like to smoke when i paint. i worked on my DnD character a bit ,not finished but some progress. i got a bit confused and that triggers me to smoke and feel discouraged, a bit dumb.

I don't know what I'm going to paint. I started last night and its just abstract colors. maybe ill paint figures and flowers, I usually do that . ill listen to my new audio book while i do it. she's interesting and strong in mind, just like who id like to be. over all im weary but optimistic about starting this writing habit thing . it makes me feel accomplished and I actually want to do it. i don't want to do anything most days so this feeling is welcome and exciting.

so lets plan my next hour or two, i grab a candle and an incense , come back to my room light it , find some music , some water. ill stand up to paint, keep it abstract and loose. i need to think less paint more, ideas will come to me. i want to smoke i have the urge right now, i want to rip open the package of my last pod and puff puff puff. it really is a addictive chemical, and the choke hold it has me in. its cold tonight 37 degrees outside. my stomach feels weird , I feel a bit anxious. its because I don't have the freedom to hit my juul as I please .I'm rationing now.

I like getting all of my this out of my head. I feel clear, I'm glad I saw this 750 words thing. feels less lonely and like place where i can be me, i don't really know who i am but as i talk more ill be able to see more clearly. the past few months I've just been doing very base level activities , I don't want to just survive i was to thrive, create be someone i am proud of. what to paint something atmospheric, colorful, somber.

im listening to the last of us soundtrack right now and its so peaceful. writing has helped my brain feel clear . everything i think i write, it helps me figure things out. usually i just get overwhelmed and try to distract with games or videos. rather than think i just push every thought and dream away. what are my dreams? i want to be a great painter, a good person. i have regrets. i want to be a painter people admire, i want to be proud and love my work. i want to be able to sustain myself on my art , thrive on it. i want to do interviews and make videos about creating. i want to be happy and free from my vices. i want to live a long life with the people i love. i want to create without needing a substance . i want to be surrounded by my work on every wall. by the end of my life i want hundreds many a thousand paintings. i want long beautiful hair and a bright mind. i want to be kind and empathetic. fun to be around and enriching to talk to. im only 21 i can do these things i just have to change my life and stay true to my dreams. i don't want to old and regret my life.

i need to be conscious, deliberate with my time here. i can do this, i can be who i want to be. i am smart , i am kind, i am beautiful, i am talented, i have a vision. i can do hard things. i lit the candle and the incense, with the intention of trying to get back in touch with my spirituality and being positive. i used to have a lot of faith and i want to again. things will work out for me i just need to work for myself. i deserve happiness and success, love and light. i will succeed this year it will be the best year so far so help me god. I'm going to start looking for signs again, asking for them too. ill pray every night. take care of myself and my surrounding.

im really happy i found writing. when i know what im thinking i can take it seriously, identify what i want and what i dont. Keep my brain and hands occupied. smell is something i dont think of often its important, changes your perspective, adds novelty to your moments, brings me deeper into this life. i need to start engaging all of my senses. smell with incense and candles perfumes. taste is easy, just eating. touching soft clothes, slime, painting. seeing beautiful things, painting again, viewing art, photos ,videos, nature. hearing music, asmr, silence when needed.

2024 words at the beginning of 2024. i like just sitting here writing about nothing, i wonder if its productive. i dont really care, its helping me and i feel nice. i want to keep up with this its cool and it will be interesting to look back on in the future. see everything i was thinking and wishing. let me think goals for this month. make a painting, start to write some of a zombie book, be more active, drink more water. starting medium, may be small for some people but i need to ramp up to doing more ive been sedentary for so long.

this is peaceful i know ive said it alot but i havent felt this way in a long time. like i have a purpose, something i can do, something i want to do. what do i want my paintings to say? I struggle with that alot. my mind is mostly blank thinking about it. i want to incapsulate how i feel, how i see things. how do i feel and how do i see things? otherworldly, out of place, desperate to be free, to be understood, to belong.

[gigimarvels]

~ADDING SOME ORIGINAL WRITING, IT MIGHT NOT BE GOOD~ -- I apologize for any mistakes, i just need to get this out of my head--

Thyme staggers into his personal Study, exhausted after a long day with the men and working in the east wing of the renovations of the estate that Peridot DEMANDS get done whenever he is "home" for the winter. its a cold yet quiet evening. he relaxes beside the window watching the snow fall 'Home' he thinks to himself. A melancholic sigh leaves his mouth as he relaxes into the pillows, his ears twitch to the sound of a click of the door to the study opening.

"oh?!" Topaz slowly enters the study, rubbing her eyes "I didn't mean to disturb you" Topaz's voice sheepishly exclaimed, as if she wasn't expecting him in the room. she looked exhausted, she probably was wrangling the 3 children to bed has always been a professional sport.

Thyme face changes to a soft smile from the deadpan expression he was holding while staring out the window "my love when are you ever a disturbance?" Thyme stretched in his place "I hope the children weren't that much of a problem, sorry I wasn't around Peri had me running around" he rubbed his neck with his right hand "I'll get up in a second and let you read, give me a moment".

Topaz walked over to Thyme's spot removing the bangle from her braid and letting her hair free, she stopped in front of him "move" she starts pushing her way into his lap "i said scooch, I'm just gonna join you".

"H-hey!?" Thyme awkwardly shifts "I haven't even taken my hand off, it's dangerous! Topaz!" Topaz through tired giggles and wrestling Thyme for the small spot that was the book nook. Finally situates herself a top of his body, intertwining herself in his legs, resting her head on his chest, gently hugging his small waist. Thyme is always take aback by the scent of her hair smelling like a flower bouquet and sunshine; sweet, comforting and warm. once settled in Thyme finally relaxes his body around her, resting his chin on her head. as if dazed in the moment he slowly unties the final ponytail being held by HIS ribbon. A gift, no a proclamation that this fairy is the love of his life, someone he will protect and cherish, in the world of man it would be considered an engagement, he chuckled to himself.

Topaz yawned and cuddled into his chest "the children were fine, Cobalt did more training" she turned her head to look up to Thymes face "he's magically a genius, he's so powerful… even for a nine year old, with a bit more concertation he could, NO can be a master mage… you'd be proud" her head went back into its original placement eyes staring at the snowfall outside, her eyes looking heavy and ready for sleep, though this would be the time she would read, she must have been so exhausted from all the mana used to teach Cobalt she'd rather just rest.

Thyme smiled, holding the ribbon to his mouth "I am proud" his metal hand slowly and cautiously plays with her hair, making sure he doesn't scratch her or nick her scalp. This went on for awhile till Thyme started getting uncomfortable.

"Topaz?".

"hmmm" she murmurs eyes closed.

"you're heavy and we should get to the bed".

"mmmmm" she scrunches her face into a bratty pout, and within half asleep words she manages to mumble "I enjoy listening to your heartbeat, a little bit longer my love".

Thyme relents, he will deal with the discomfort for a little longer. Kissing the top of her head "alright, for a bit" he stares at her beautiful and small face, so at ease being in his space, listening to HIS heartbeat being with HIM.

It's times like these, these little moments Thymes heart slowly melts a little bit more, the walls begin to fall, he doesn't relent to many people but for Topaz, the small blonde fairy princess who was once an mild pain in the ass, he will fold to her like a table cloth, and for once this winter in his frozen family estate his 'home' seems a bit warmer with her beside him.

[libidomechanica]

“Flattery green, the profane I willing a pit”

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heads, or so dream, and clown, fourme of meriment isle     is sleep with caracts that music, and lewté þat wyth star-fish in black swollen con now in     this saving shall the bedroom is blossom

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[tvoya-myagkaya-krov]

6/28/2023 2:53am

Hello, My name is Cosmo. Not really, its just been for awhile now, i gave myself the name after watching kengan ashura, where a character named cosmo imai was portrayed as the youngest fighter in the kengan, and called the young prodigy. the reason i resonate with him so much is that in every fight hes in, hes always been beat to wihtin an inch of life, somehow snactching victory from the maw of defeat. i idolized his tenacity, fortitude and determination, aswell as the way he faced everything with a smile in his heart, so i took his name.

it was only around june of 2022 that Cosmo really became a person. It started with an individual named Ares. they were the first person i met upon getting into harlingen, and mind you 2022 was the very first year i began living, outside of just existing. Cosmo has met so many people, made so many friends, Now, a year later, Ares is gone, for good i assume. I threw away a good job and lifestyle for another 7 hours in her presence, and im not sure if i regret it at all. im doomed to die again, i always pick june it seems, to die. Ive been two months unemployed, was served a move out notice about 48 hours ago, and have only one more day to leave what i called my cave. I have no money, and only one glimmering hope that i might be able to get a job out of state with an ild friend through the funds of my family, but nothing is certain. i am afraid, and have never felt more alone. What i will do, i do not know, but i know that i still find myself thinking of you. wondering why you slept with music every night. was it so that your mind would only track the lyrics till you lulled yourself to sleep, so that you didnt have to retrace your thoughts? or did you just need background noise? i wonder if you meant it when you said you dont miss me. i still hurt over us, but i dont have time to grieve over us. i dont have time to grieve for any of my losses, i dont have time at all.

Cosmo might die this year, and im afraid of who i will be after, for Cosmo has given me the best of times so far,

i wonder who athian really is.

im so tired. i feel like i should be freaking out, considering the situation, but i cant bring myself to care. i shouldnt have let it go on this long, i couldve done something to save myself, but instead i feel things so brutally, it damn well incapacitates me so heavily. as if i wore cinderblocks for gloves and shoes, while being strung up by the spine, attached to a meat hook. Why do i feel things so deeply? Why did i have to feel this so deeply? Why was i the only one who felt anything?

sometimes, i wish i was a bird. their life spans are quite short lived, but they are freer then most, not to mention people look at you in awe, envious of your wings, and your ability to just leave. sometimes, i wish i was a bird.

ive been spending time with my friend and their family. i love them. they are all very unique, and the boys remind me of me so much, just in different stages in life. One is a bit of a fool, but just wants to be liked and have friends. The other is rough around the edges, a bit afraid to be less then useful and more then alone, but thats just something we all will face, and im sure he will do okay. They argue often, but always come to even ground and an understanding, and often have mediators. Its nice, not to be in a home where everything falls on one person. My mother just threw me into the river and said "swim". So i learned to swim, alone, cold and more often then not, so very afraid.

My body is so tired. i dont remember a time in my life, where my back, muscles, bones and sinew ever relaxed the way they did when youd rest your hand on my back. Every day, some muscle group was sore. i am constantly tense, and it hurts so much. hot showers dont soothe, not the way your hands would. instead, the water feels like drops of hot oil on sunburnt skin. cold water causes my muscles to tighten, and cramp, and its not at all much better. its usually only a good 15minutes after i get out the shower that my body tenses itself, and again im wondering how long i can keep it up for.

i miss your hands, i miss feeling so safe. being with you, made me feel like i had a planet to protect, and in turn this planet would give me its love and adoration. It was so good while it lasted.

i hope one day, it doesnt feel like i have to actively keep my head up. that i wake up looking forward to the day, rather then the end of it. i hope i get to paint, and sing again. I hope i get to take your pictures again one day, and tell you i messed up just so i can take more. just not today, maybe not tomorrow either, maybe not ever,

hope is all i have right now. i hope i get so much stronger then this, i need to be. i need to survive this, i need to be different, to make it out. by god i will, or go down fucking swinging a lit torch, setting the world ablaze in my rage. i have to live. you have to.

Signing off, Cosmo. See you, space cowboy.

3:32am

FOR THE FUTURE ME READING BACK

hey. i hope you made it out, i really do. if you did, im so fucking proud of you, and thankful for saving me. i know you havent been the best to me, but its okay, i havent been the best to you. well work on it, okay?

and if you didnt, its okay. well figure it out, we always do, right? dont be afraid. be soft, be strong, and be ready.

no matter what happened, i love you, and thank you for still sticking it out, for better or worse.

please dont die, not yet, okay?

we still have to prove them wrong.

[goldenempyrean]

Could you do on where Reader has been on a mission for like a month or something and then comes back and Wanda is sick but tries to hide it unsuccessfully because she wants to go on a date or something with Reader because they’ve been gone so long. So Reader makes her stay home and just rest but Wanda is being stubborn

A Less Then Kind Illness

Hey! Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy :) lemme know your thoughts. I’ve finally finished my request inbox so please feel free to send some more in. I enjoyed writing this alot and I may or may not have stayed up till 3am just to get this finished ;)

Any spelling/grammar errors are purely mine. I am far too tired to double check this

Quick thank you to @lyak12 for helping me with some of the ideas!

Summary: A nasty cold has made its way through the compound while you were out on a mission. You come home to a very quiet compound and a very sniffly girlfriend.

Wordcount:2,291

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You stepped off the quinjet and took a deep breath of the cool New York air. Finally, you were home. You had been sent on a 2-week long solo mission in the chilly Russian mountains, searching for a rumoured Hydra base. Well, it turns out that the base was there and it posed a legitimate threat due to the fact it was heavily armed, you had to spend an extra 3 days just to make sure it was fully safe. And after all that time you were looking forward to seeing your girlfriend again once you got back home.

You did find it slightly strange that Wanda hadn't greeted you at the landing pad, usually she was there readily waiting for when you arrived. You had even shot her a text 10 minutes prior to landing to tell her that you were close. Maybe she was just busy. You didn’t let you mind wander too far as you made your way into the compound.

It was eerily quiet as you wandered through the surprisingly empty compound hallways.. You did smile to yourself though as you heard distant laughter coming from the main common room. You stepped inside and laughed to yourself as you saw Clint and Thor playing MarioKart on the big TV, hurling childish insults at each other.

“Hey guys.” You leant against the doorframe and smirked to yourself.

“Y/N! Welcome back.” Thor jumped up to greet you, “How’d the mission go?”

“It was okay, nevermind that. Why’s it so quiet in here? Where are the girls?” You inquired as you grabbed a small bottle of Sprite from the public mini-fridge, leaving your bags next to the small countertop.

“I think Wanda is down with whatever bug has managed to sweep its way through here. She looked tired earlier.” Clint called from his position on the sofa.

“Wanda did infact look unwell when I saw her earlier. I advised her to go back to her room and sleep.” Thor added as he unpaused the ongoing game, earning himself a dig from Clint.

“Wait, Wanda’s sick?” You asked for clarity as you began to pace back and forth. Wanda had only been sick twice in the 4 years that you had known her, you couldn’t help but start to grow concerned and that worry only increased when you heard Clint say;

“I think so. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is. This cold is seriously horrible, even Nat’s gone down with it, she actually went willingly to her room to sleep it off.”

“Nats down? Like as in shes actually in bed resting?” You couldn’t hide the hint of shock in your tone as you spoke. Nat never got sick, nevermind actually going to her room to rest. You couldn’t help but worry about what condition you would find Wanda in when Clint’s voice cut your thoughts off.

“Yeah ‘Tasha’s been down for about 2 days now, this bugs hit her hard. Plus Stark wont come 10 meters within the compound while there are still ‘germs’ here, and then Banners off on some geeky conference in London,” Clint finished his sentence with a chuckle but stopped as he saw your worried expression, “Hey don’t worry, Im sure Wanda’s okay..”

“I know. Im gonna go and check on her though, we were meant to be going out for dinner when I got back but she’s definitely not going to want to cancel, even if shes sick.” You said as you swiped the box of tissues sitting on the main table, “Just incase.” You noted out loud.

“Give us a call if you need anything.” Clint said as you turned to leave.

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.” You said, making your way to the door.

Thor waved you out as he went back to his ongoing game, “Cya Y/N. Now go and tend to your girlfriend.”

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It hadn’t taken you long to reach the door of your girlfriends room, you had taken a slight detour to slip a ‘get well soon’ note under the door to Natasha’s room first. You gave a gentle knock on her door and waited… No answer. You knocked again, this time a little louder… Nothing. You sighed and reached around in your pocket for your keys, you didn’t like letting yourself in without permission but this was an acception. You unlocked her door, taking care not to make too much noise as you entered her room, the door silently swinging open.

The first thing you noticed was how dark it was. Wanda always opened up her curtains bright and early, she had always loved the natural lighting which would flood the room through the wide windows. Yet the inside of her room was dark and eerily still. The only sound was the gentle snores coming from beneath the mound of blankets on her bed.

A grumbled moan of confusion came from the sheets as you saw Wanda slowly shift from her position as she gradually woke up. You cursed at yourself for waking her but Wanda was known for being a light-sleeper. As she poked her head from the sheets you noticed her rather sickly appearance. God she looked exhausted, even in the dim light you could see the dark bags beneath her eyes, you also noted her flushed red cheeks and pinkish nose.

“Y/N?” She murmured, her hoarse voice still full of sleep as she slumped against the headboard of the bed.

“Hey darling.” You sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed her leg, “A certain somebody told me you weren’t feeling too hot.”

Wanda sniffled as you spoke, rubbing the sleeve of a hoodie, which happened to be one of yours, against her nose. “Here.” You placed the stolen box of tissues beside her, “I thought you might’ve needed them.“

“Thanks,” She took one and blew her stuffy nose, trying to get some form of relief, “Did the mission go okay?” She asked as you stood up to open a window, letting some much needed fresh air into the clammy room, taking care to leave the curtains shut.

“It went fine baby. How long have you been sick for?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I woke up yesterday and I didn’t feel great. I think I caught it off Nat since I was looking after her a few days ago.” Wanda admitted with a sigh before breaking off to cough chestily against her wrist.

“Aww, you really don’t sound too good ‘Wands. Have you taken anything yet?” You asked before hovering your hand above her forehead, waiting for approval.

She gave you a slight nod in allowance and you gently rested your hand on her head. You could feel her sink against it as the coolness hit her feverish skin, “Your really warm baby. Your definitely running a fever.” You clicked your tongue as you finished your sentence and you went into her bathroom to search for a thermometer.

“What have you taken for this?” You called from the bathroom, still searching for the device. You could’ve sworn that there was one in there last time.

“Nothing yet-“ She was interrupted by another set of deep coughing, your heart aching throughout every second of her fit.

“Wanda, you okay? Wheres your thermometer sweetie?” You called out to her as you began to search the final cupboard.

“‘Tasha’s room,” a small voice called back, “She has a fever too.”

You really didn’t want to disturb Natasha just to get a simple thermometer, especially if she was feeling as unwell as Wanda. With a sigh you admitted defeat. Y/N: 0, thermometer:1.

You weren’t concentrating and almost walked straight into Wanda as you came out of her bathroom empty handed, you were even more surprised that you hadn’t heard her get up from the bed.

“Wanda, what are you doing? Your meant to be lying down.” You asked, visibly concerned and slightly startled.

“We had plans.” She said, her hoarse voice shaking as she spoke, “We were meant to go out when you got back.” She turned away from you to cough into her elbow, the sound of it made you cringe. She sounded so horribly congested and you couldn’t help but sympathise for her.

“Oh baby.” You muttered as Wanda swayed on her feet, “That can wait, we need to get you feeling better first.”

“But I- Hhh’htschiew! H’etschoo! Hh..h’itschiew!” Wanda seemed to have lost her balanced as she stumbled back into your open arms, you could feel the heat radiating from her body. Had she gotten even hotter? You carefully supported her by the waist as your mind raced, unsure of what to do next.

You were about to insist that she get back into bed when you noticed the uncomfortable dampness which had soaked through to the sheets. The poor thing was literally laying in her own sweat, this fever really wasn’t going easy on her.

“Dizzy…” she mumbled as she swayed in your arms, the room spinning around her as she sniffled to herself.

“Just sit here for me sweetie. I need to change your bed.” You instructed her to sit in the small cosy armchair opposite the bed. You also pulled a fresh pair of pyjamas from her drawers and handed them to her, “Can you change by yourself?” You asked sincerely with no judgement.

She gave you a little nod and you turned your back to give her some privacy and to collect some new sheets from beneath her bed. You waited for her to confirm that she had finished changing before pivoting around on your heels. You picked up her dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper at the other side of the room.

“Heh’tischoo! Hh’tishoo!”

“Bless you Wands. Im sorry your so sick.” You sighed as you sat on the arm of the chair, rubbing her back through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Wanda let out a moan of discomfort as she scrunched her eyes together, “My head hurts..” She admitted quietly and you kissed her temple.

“That’s why you need to lie back down. You’ll feel better if you do.” You tried to convince her to go back to bed but she was having none if it. You had finally finished putting the final clean pillowcase on the bed when Wanda made her next point.

“I’ll be fine Y/N. Please just let me take you out, I haven’t seen you in weeks.” She argued. She did have a point though, you hadn’t seen each other in weeks and going out did sound amazing but there was absolutely no way that you were going to let Wanda out the compound in her current condition.

“Please Wanda, sweetie your not thinking clearly. Can you please just get back into bed for me?” Sadly your coaxing didn’t seem to work as Wanda stood back up from the armchair and shakily made her way towards the door.

This was it. You had had enough of her behaviour by this point. Even though you knew that it was her fever clouding her judgement and she wasn’t purposely being difficult. But you had ran out of options, if being gentle wasn’t going to work then you’d just have to do it your way, “Wanda Maximoff, God help you if you take another step towards that door.”

Now she knew that you meant it. There wasn’t a lot of times when you used your stern voice but when you did she knew that you meant what you were saying. You loved Wanda, you really did but it was infuriating when she refused to look after herself. You took a moment to breathe and collect yourself before standing up and making your way over to her. Offering your hand out to her which she accepted after a moment of hesitation, only to break off from your hold a few seconds later as she pushed you away lightly as she sneezed down into her hand, her body bending at the waist from the force of her unusually strong sneeze,

“Huh’tschIEW! W-woah.”

You felt the weight of Wanda’s body slump against you, as her knees seemed to buckle from exhaustion.

“Bless you,” you whispered into her ear as you supported her back to the bed, “Now this was exactly what I didn’t want to happen.” You sighed as she finally sat back down on the side of the bed.

“I don’t feel good.” Wanda’s tired voice murmured as she rested her head against you, sniffling thickly before stifling a cough against her wrist.

“I know baby, I know. Can you just lie back down for me sweetheart?” You asked and with some more gentle encouragement she finally gave in and followed your directions, climbing back into the fresh sheets.

“Im sorry. Im such a mess right now.” She apologised as you pulled the covers over her shivering body.

“Don’t apologise sweetheart. Your really burning up, I’ve never seen you with a fever like this before.”

Wanda sniffled wetly against her wrist before reaching out the grab a handful of tissues, she seemed to have great timing as her nose promptly began to tickle and she sneezed down into them.

“Hh’tsxchiew! Het’tishoo! Htshoo!”

“Bless you sweetie.” You said as you searched the bottom drawer of her dresser which was reserved for your clothes, you pulled out a thin set of pyjamas and quickly changed into them before climbing in bed next to your sniffly girlfriend.

“Y/N?” Wanda yawned as she curled up against you.

You began to run your fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp lightly “Shh, just try and go to sleep sweetheart.”

“Im glad your home Y/N, I missed you.” She mumbled as you kissed her head softly.

“Me too.”

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[eddiemunsonsupremecy]

Katsuki x male reader

Notes: tbh I actualy like to write katsuki having a male partner not bc I think hes gay but bc it's pretty easy to write him like that.

Warnings:

Angst

Tons of fluff

Katsuki was exhausted. He was absolutely done with the shit at work. However he would be getting two weeks worth of vacation time to spend it with you. He had told you to take two weeks off for vacation and you did.

"Oh look it's the kid who 'won' the sports festival as a first year. He was so damn crazy they had to put a muzzle on him haha!" That made katsuki's blood boil. He was so damn tired of being called a monster, it hurt. Katsuki tried shaking it off as he clocked out of work and began his trek back to his car. However on his way more and more people started to notice him and shamed him for how he behaved when he was in his first year of UA. By the time katsuki had gotten home he was visibly upset.

"Oh! Katsu your home, how-"

"I dont want to talk about it.."

"Katsuki...they said some shit again didnt they."

"I'm going to take a shower..." katsuki said while he sulked into your shared bedroom. You sighed softly and followed him.

"Kat, you dont have to talk about it but I want you to know I'm here ok?"

No response. However you could hear katsuki sniffling.

"Baby...come here please?" You asked as katsuki slowly stumbled towards you. "I know your hurting and I am so sorry that you are. I love you ok?" Katsuki nodded and hugged you tightly as he poured his heart out on your chest. You held him tightly and didnt let him go.

"... they dont understand....nobody but you understands....and mabey deku. They dont understand that I was attacked...that i couldnt save myself and had to rely on someone else for rescuing..."

"Sometimes it's good to rely on someone else. You dont always need to do things yourself. It's ok to ask for help." You told katsuki as you lead him to your shared bed. He didnt react when you had layed him on his back.

"I'm weak..."

"No your not. I've told you time and time again that your not weak."

"Do you know why I'm always so damn loud? Hm? Its because I dont want people to see how damn emotional I am...I dont want this facade to slip and..."

"Katsuki. Stop it. Those assholes dont matter ok? I dont care how emotional you are, or say you are, I will still love you." You said as katsuki's eyes watered even more. "Its ok to cry, you out of all people should know that. You dont need to be so damn strong all the time. You can be whatever your feeling with me. That's always what you say to me when I need you." Katsuki let the tears spill out as he sobbed profusely. You looked at him with sympathy and love in your eyes and he looked at you with worry and disappointment in himself. You pulled him to your chest and held him as closely as possible. "I'm sorry your feeling this way, I hate to see you cry but you've gotta let go. I understand that. Your so strong sometimes and it puts so much strain on your wellbeing. I love you so much katsuki." You said holding the blonde in your arms who eventually fell asleep.

The next morning

Katsuki woke up and released that his boyfriend wasnt with him. He sighed and decided to get up. He grabbed a pair of sweats, a long sleeved shirt, a pair of boxers, and a hoodie before he headed to take a shower.

Realizing that he had been crying the day before he growled softly and hopped into his shower.

When he finished his shower and gotten dressed he had headed downstairs to find his boyfriend cooking him breakfast.

"Y/n..."

"Oh hey goodmorning baby. Did you sleep alright?"

"Yeah..."

"I have the whole day planned for us. Breakfast then we can cuddle all day till you feel better."

"Y/n, I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"For being a burden.."

"Katsuki. Stop. Your not being a burden." You said as you finished making breakfast and turned off the stove. You walked to katsuki and took his hands in yours. "Katsuki, you mean so much to me and I hate that you keep thinking your not worth anything. Your so damn perfect and anyone who says anything different can kiss my ass because they dont matter. Your amazing ok?" You said cupping katsukis face in your hands. "I love you katsuki never forget that ok?"

"Mhm..can we skip breakfast?"

"Nope, your eating breakfast with me." You said pushing katsuki to the dinner table to eat breakfast.

[genshingarbage]

Could I request any boys of your choice where they’ve had an exhausting day and their s/o says they should take a nap on their lap? Thank you!

Cute boi hours again? Yes <3 Sleepy time awe! I am gonna pick a very select few that i think this works well with, so i hope you're okay with the hand picked few ;) - Mod Diluc

Rest My Love.

|| Head Cannons ||

Kazuha/Diluc/Xiao/Kaeya

Kazuha

He was beat, exhausted and aching, every muscle in his body ached like something fierce. But, who ever said the life of a lone wandering samurai was gonna be a breeze? Yea, that's right- no one. Because it sure as hell wasn't. He was use to feeling this way yet somehow it still made him just as grouchy as the first time.

He walked into the small building that was titled as your homestead and yawned; stretching his arms out he heard a few odd bones pop from the pressure, it relieved some of his tension but not nearly enough for it to be actually satisfying. With a huff he removed some of his more heavy going clothing, including his shoes, till he was more loose and relaxed.

He shuffled slowly into the house, trying not to wake you. You were his lover and so him coming to your home was somewhat normal now, but he often was away for large periods of time, and he never liked to disturb you. Specially when you're busy. Which you were, you had your nose deep between the pages of a gripping story written so entrancing like from a book. So much for his first theory that you'd be asleep at this time, huh?

He tried to creep past you as you read, but you wasn't born yesterday. So with a roll of your eyes and a soft exhale from your nose you spoke out. "Kazuha. Welcome home hun." You didn't even bother to turn your head around to him, you knew fully well he was frozen in his steps now, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. He blinked a few times before sorting himself back to his normal standing position and chuckling awkwardly, a breif rub to the back of his neck ensued.

"Ah, yea, I'm uh- yea. I'm home, thanks Y/N. I really didn't wanna disturb you there." He spoke softly and with great regret; like he'd just committed an awful crime. You simply closed the book after having bent the tip of the page you were on, as to know where to start off when you return to it, and placed the item down on the small table infront of your sofa. "Kazuha, it's fine... I was only reading a book." You chuckled gently.

"I know, but... it felt wrong to interupt you so abruptly specially when you seemed so into it-" you'd twisted your torso ever so slightly so your eyes could lay on his now, your heart almost broke, he looked absolutely shattered- like all life was drained from him. Just what had this crazy man gotten up to in his absence? "Kazuha- oh my goodness. Look at you! You're about to pass out."

He smiled politely and waved his hand side to side as if dusting your worry back into the wind. "Nah, I'm a lil tired that's all. I'm gonna have a lie down, I'll be right as rain after." He went to go back to making his way to the exit of your living room, that is until you called out ever so gently. "Or well, I wouldn't mind if you rested your head on my lap." A faint blush flushed your cheeks. He turned to face you yet again. Blinking several times over again.

"Really?" He tilted his head almost like a curious puppy, he has no idea how cute he is sometimes. "I mean, sure why not? You've not been home for over a month. I do get lonely ya know, the company would feel nice, and your presence is always warm and welcoming." You smiled sweetly at him and he returned the expression with full earnest. Nodding softly he made his way to the sofa, where you rested, and now reshuffled and organised yourself to get into a more comfy position.

It wasn't long before he was laying on his side with his head nestled into your lap, breathing softly as your hand gently rested adorn his head of hair. "Mmh. You're right, this beats sleeping alone any day." He hummed sleepily to you, by the way his voice was giving out you could tell he was close to succumbing to his slumber already. With a gentle smile still planted across your lips you hushed him softly.

"Shh, rest now. My Kazuha." You began to hum a quaint little lullaby that had him snoring in under three minutes. This man, he works himself so hard, but still, it's one of the reasons you love him so much, the fact he's hard working and never gives in. And you have the comfort in your mind of knowing whenever he gets this tired again, he'll have you here to be by his peaceful sleeping side everytime. Now and forever.

Diluc

The sky was a beautiful orange and red tone, the colours mixed so beautifully, with the white fluffy clouds scattered around too, it looked like a stunning evening. You were sat alone at the dinner table again, your chin resting on your opened palm, your eyelids half shut to block the rays of the last bit of presence from the sun.

The candles had long since burned out and the beautiful sweet honeyed roast you'd prepare with such delicacy and tender care was going cold. Diluc was suppose to be home over thirty-five minutes ago, he promised he'd make it in time for whatever dinner the maids threw together tonight, he wasn't aware you'd taken it upon yourself to lovingly prepare tonight's meal for him.

You couldn't be mad at the man; or hold a grudge for that matter, you knew what type of person he was, you knew he wasn't one for sticking to plans and promises, he simply couldn't be with the work he has, not to mention his little sun down hobby that you became privy too after several years with the crimson haired gentleman. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was the fact you knew without doubt he truly did love you. And in a way that was enough for you.

It was sundown now and your dinner had long been since tidied up by the maids, with a somewhat solemn look to your face you'd decided to go to bed early that night. Knowing Diluc, he wouldn't be home for hours to come anyway. Your eyes were just starting ache and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy for you now. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth softly you let your body sink further into the warm embracing sheets.

Click.

Your eyes slowly opened back up when you heard the all too familiar noise of your bedroom door opening, narrowing your eyes slightly to help adjust to the dim glow of the room, the small aid of illumination being provided solely by your nightstand candle. It wasn't hard to make out who it was however, since his deep red hair practically danced from the slight glow of the flicking flame.

"Diluc." It came out more like a whisper which you never intended for it too, but you were so gripped by tiredness now it was hard to sound more awake at the given circumstances. "Sorry for waking you my dear, wasn't my intention." You hummed softly in response and then watched as best as you could as he removed his attire and shoes, stripping down to just his boxers.

Gripping the band that kept his hair up was the last part, with a tug his hair flew down and waved apart, you kept a watchful eye on him. As it was when his hair was down that he was always at his most tired and vulnerable mental state now. "The maids told me Y/N." He still sounded strict, or at least he was trying his best too. But his voice wavered in every sense of the word.

The bed dipped beside you as his weight was added to the mattress now, a small groan escaping his lips. You knew what he meant, it wasn't a surprise the maids told him you'd prepared the dinner today, you'd just wish they'd not sometimes, to avoid adding more stress to the man's poor ordeals. "It's fine, it was just a small attempt. I'm not exactly the best cook to begin wit-"

The poorly sounding wince from him cut you off, the failed attempt to stifle it and keep it under wraps didn't go unnoticed. You narrowed your eyes at the man beside you in bed now, and then you saw. He was littered with cuts and bruises, they surely must hurt, why didn't he say anything? Scratch that. He never tells you anyway, thinking its better that way. Silly man.

With a gentle huff you shook your head, shuffling your weight and sitting up ever so slightly, your back pressing against the several puffed pillows under you. "Enough of that. Come here darling." It was your turn to sound strict however, and for once he didn't fight back. Your heart tugged at you slightly as you felt the weight shifting around beside you and then were suddenly graced with the feeling of his head nuzzling into your lap.

You took it upon yourself to softly begin to caress his head, letting your hand stroke and massage the man's hair and scalp. The groans and sighs that left him were evidence enough he was in a blissful state right now, your sweet Diluc. Always putting his life on the line to protect those less fortunate than him, when will he learn? That his life matters just as much. Sigh.

You heard a soft mutter from him, something along the lines of 'sorry' and 'dinner'. But he was already taken by the nights calming embrace to be formulating anything coherent now, so you closed your eyes with another soft shake of your head and continued to massage his head. Till both you and your hand laid still, silent, asleep. Whatever he'd done tonight, whatever reason he'd missed dinner, it didn't matter. As long as he loved you it was enough. It always has been, it always will be.

Xiao

The stars twinkled softly an slowly, looking so entrancing from down below, the dark blue sky washing above you with the dazzling twinkles looking like small fire flies dancing around. You stood there, your knee bent slightly as your weight was supported by the banister of the top balcony to Wangshu Inn. Any minute now, you thought to yourself calmly.

And is if on que a sudden and harsh breeze blew past you, followed up with a loud thud. You turned your head ever so slightly, seeing the young looking yaksha lifting back up from his crouch landing position. "Welcome home honey." you said somewhat stone like, to which you got a simple sounding 'Tsk' as response, as he chucked his spear lazily behind him, to which it dissolved away instantly.

You rolled your eyes to the quiet scoff that greeted you back, shaking your head slowly, your eyes went back to focus on the landscape below you from the viewpoint of the balcony. It was so peaceful and beautiful. "How has your day been?" You decided to question him further, all while remaining your focus elsewhere.

"Fine." he responded in short. This type of reply was normal to you now, he wasn't the talkative type, despite having been the first to say to you he loved you. "Well, that's good then." you said back in your normal sweet tone now. You could tell from that tone in his voice he was exhausted, he didn't have to say or do anything, you could just tell.

Thinking it was best to leave now and give him his privacy you turned away from the balcony and began to walk to the exit. "I will let you rest my love, see you soo-"

"Wait."

His voice was louder than its ever been round you, the faint flush on his cheeks was evidence enough he never intended for it to come out so loudly from his own mouth. "Xiao?" you turned back round, seeing him stood there looking like a somewhat lost lamb, it was damn cute.

"S...stay with me, ... please."

His voice, so soft, so sweet, so gentle. You felt your heart crack slightly, your poor adeptus, he must've been rushed off his feet tonight. The dark bags forming under his eyes said all you needed to hear.

Chewing your bottom lip softly you breathed in and then walked over to him slowly. "Xiao..." you whispered his name lovingly, his eyes met with yours and for a brief moment the air left your lungs, the sight of his exhausted face so close to you, actively seeking comfort within you, it was enough to melt the coldest of icebergs.

Letting your hand slip into his with a gentle squeeze, a small smile on your lips you led him down the stairs of the Inn, into your bedroom, a tidy and quaint little sleeping quarter. He needed to rest, he is pushing himself too much, and if you do not take action, he never will.

Climbing onto the bed once you'd abandoned your shoes on the carpet you looked up at him, laying in a relaxing position. The red on his cheeks only flushed deeper and darker, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a lewd mind, oh my, you never expected him to get the wrong idea over a situation like this.

"Xiao- no... not that." you chuckled at his confused expression, he was so alien to the concept of just touch in general now, that to him he sees it so black and white, being close means being intimate, otherwise why get close? So it was up to you to show him the ways of being human again.

You let your hand softly pet and stroke your lap and he raised his brow, but seeing the sudden light in his eyes spark showed you he caught on to what you really were aiming for. So he hesitantly dipped onto the bed next to you, he was tense and his movements were awkward, but he eventually shuffled his head and body to lay down with his head nestled softly into your lap.

"Is this... okay?" he muttered it nervously, like he was scared the slightest movement would shatter everything around him. You looked down at him and gently kissed your fingers, pressing them against his lips in response. "Shh, rest my love, you need it." Just to further add to what you were saying you let your hand gently rub the outer ridge of his ear.

The blush eventually left his cheeks, the tensed muscles finally went lax and his breathing grew heavier and more unguarded, with a pleased hum from your lips you closed your eyes too and began to succumb to the sweet calling of slumber too.

As long as he has you, you will always be there to help[ him, he may be an adeptus, a yaksha, but you? He is just as human as you or anyone else. Wrath filled or not. He is and always will be your sweet little adeptus. Your perfect lover. Your Xiao.

Kaeya

Another late night and you sat cuddled up on the sofa scanning through several paintings, more specifically paintings that you had done over the course of several months. It was a hobby of yours, but with the aid of Albedo giving you tips and throwing you pointers here and there you'd become surprisingly good at it; who would've guessed you'd secretly be an artist in hiding? Not you that's for sure.

It was fun enough to help tide over the unsettling impatience that always started to bubble under your skin at least, specially on nights like this, where Kaeya, your boyfriend, who also happened to be the Calvary Captain for the Knights of Favonius was out at an ungodly late time, dealing with a suspicion of criminal activities, within the borders of Mondstadt.

He never broke his promises to you thus far, of which were he will always return safely home to you, but it never did fully destroy the raging thunder of worry that often seized your mind on a daily, who could blame you? The man was always in such dangerous predicaments. Who knew if this morning, or any morning for that matter, where you kissed him goodbye, would be the last time you ever would see his face when you waved him off?

It isn't his fault you know this, but you do wish that sometimes he would be cut slack, just a little, so you could for once not have to distract yourself with idle glances of your paintings while waiting for his return. If only every now and then Jean, The Acting Grand Master would just let him have a day off-

Click.

You jumped slightly upon hearing the noise of your front door not open, but actually close. Turning your head you saw Kaeya stood there, arms covering his chest in a crossed way, a raised brow prominent as he glared down at you. "How long have you been worrying?" His voice sounded so flat and monotone, almost a hint of exhaustion. Was he growing tired of your over worried nature?

"I... uh. uhm..." You were at a loss for words, how long had you been worrying exactly? Two, three hours now? You were unsure of the answer yourself. He shook his head and sighed out slowly, it was long and drawn out; he must be so tired from his work today, seeing you up at this hour acting like a child probably doesn't help his situation in the least.

You looked down sadly, feeling ashamed and guilty of yourself because you do this oh so often to him, he always prays your in bed, safely tucked up and lost in your own dreams before he gets home, but you never are, you're always awake and worried, your face far from the peaceful look he often daydreams you having.

"It doesn't matter anymore my little petal." He hums softly as he walks around the sofa to get within arms reach, crouching onto his own weight to scoop you up, your mind in shock you let the paintings slip from your grip and pool around the seat you were just in and the floor underneath you. "Whe- Kaeya?"

"Shh, it is time to head to the bedroom." He spoke so matter factually, which left you eyes wide and beet red, to which he glanced down and a smug chuckle slipped from him. "For sleep Y/N." You relaxed instantly, a sigh escaping you. "Unless of course, you want the other thing?" You squirmed, embarrassed beyond belief, he loved to teased you. "Quit it Kaeya!" You pouted at him, to which he just chuckled at lightly, planting a soft kiss on your head.

Once in the bedroom he drops you so you fall and sink into the softness of your mattress and covers, to which he joins you quickly after. Now both in bed he simply huffs as he turns and crawls around before you feel his head find its preferred resting place; your lap. You smile and gently chuckle. "May i?" He asks just a tad bit too late for permission.

"You're already laying there Kaeya, bit late for the formalities now." You roll your eyes and turn to blow the candle out, leaving you both in darkness and silence, just your soft and gentle breathing in unison as you stroke and massage his head, to which he groans gently in delight too. He is so sweet when he sleeps on your lap like this, you feel closer to him now than you ever normally do, unless you involve the factor of intimacy sexually.

Its calming and sweet, and it helps you remember that he will always keep his promise to you,

He will always come home safely.

[mooncalf87]

Scared

(You can always have a little more Buntyforth in the world, damnit.)

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"What is she decides she doesn't want to marry me? What if-"

"-Newt-"

"-she loves someone else-"

"-Newt-!"

"I'm not good enough-"

Bunty gave a swift slap to Newts cheek to bring him back to reality. "Newt. She wants to marry you. Trust me, it's normal to be this scared before your wedding. I was an absolute mess before I married Abe, as you probably remember."

"How did you stop being scared?" Newt asked, sitting next to her on the couch infront of the fireplace in the Hogs Head inn.

"Well, I didn't. I just went out there and- well, got married." Bunty said with a quiet chuckle.

Both Newt and Bunty were awake at midnight, sitting infront of the blazing fire in the middle of the inn, also Bunty and Abes house. Newt's nerves weren't letting him sleep so when he went downstairs and nearly ran headfirst into Bunty, who was also not able to sleep, she said the babies were kicking her too hard.

Bunty and Aberforth had been married for nearly three years now, and Bunty was eight months pregnant with their twins. Newt was going to marry Tina Goldstein tomorrow.

"Sometimes I wonder how you do it. You're eight months pregnant with twins and you still manage to be a Magizoologist, and make your husband stop hating everyone he sees." Newt thought out loud.

Bunty gave a small hum and shrugged her shoulders.

"Can I tell you something, Newt?" She asked.

"Of course, Bunty,"

"At one point in time I was in love with you." She admitted.

Newts head snapped over to her with a look of pure shock. It looked like something just clicked in his eyes.

"Around the time if what happened in Paris and onward till I met Abe." She started to explain. "I thought it would only ever be you, but I was wrong. Abe will always be the one I was meant for, you might have been at one point, but I was different then. I've grown. I realized who I am for myself, not just the Broadacre Magizoologist assistant."

"I- I never realized. . . " Newt said.

"I hope you don't think less of me."

"No, not at all, I know your different now. You love Abe."

Bunty smiled asn looked down to her bump. "Ya'know, I think these two want me to be sleep deprived during your wedding."

Newt laughed a little. "I can tell you've been tired lately. Do they do this often?"

"Yeah. Mostly every night. They will usually calm down when they hear Abes voice, but I didn't want to wake him again tonight." She said, running her hand through her long red hair. She rested her head on Newts shoulder and yawned.

"Are they doing it again?" A voice came from the stairs, Aberforth was apparently awake. "Why didn't you wake me, Bun?" He asked walking over to her.

"You looked so peaceful." Bunty said, turning towards him as he sat on her other side. "I didn't want to bother you."

"You wouldn't be bothering me." Abe said as she nuzzled her face in his neck and curled into his side.

Newt recognized that this was a special moment between Husband and Wife, so he took it as his cue to leave.

Bunty listened as his feet walked up the stairs and into the room where he and Tina were staying.

"You're carrying our children, Bun. Its the least I could do. I want you to get at least half a decent nights sleep." Abe said, running his hand through her hair and his other hand rubbing circles on her belly.

The babies kicking stopped mostly and Bunty imitateley slipped off into sleep.

Aberforth smiled and picked her up bridal style and carried her to their room. He layed her down on her side of the bad and pulled the covers up over her.

She turned over in her sleep, both hands protectively on her bump, and she cuddled into Abe once he got back in bed.

The Dumbledores were certainly a special couple. Even so, if Bunty had never changed her last name.

@the-real-bruce-banner (a fellow Buntyforth lover)